Thank you for letting me lie down." Want me to take you home after work? I've got my car here?"Oh god! Laura thought. Temptation. "That would be nice,... she said softly, half-hating herself, but spending most of her effort trying not to blush with shame."Meet me here at five," Cecilia said, smiling.Laura could hardly stand the tension. She actually got a headache during the afternoon, waiting for five o'clock. It must be pent-up lust, she thought. What else could it be? But she took aspirin, and. My cock became even harder at that moment. I forgot that this woman in front of me had a cock of her own and asked if I could touch? Her voice was still a bit masculine but was softer and sweeter, saying you can do anything you want. My hands went to her legs covered in white oh so silky stockings her feet covered with those 3 inch open toed CFM heels. Up her legs across her panties finding her growing cock under them. I stopped and she asked is there anything wrong? I said no I just wanted to. Lydia’s own secret, separate and dark, was a deeply private creature that would appear as unnatural sorcery to any witness who might have mistakenly stumbled upon her in the heat of these compulsions. That no one had, she was certain. No intrigue had revealed anyone’s knowledge otherwise. Her tortures were her own. She loved them that way. Unknown to Lydia, one who longed in the night just for the stolen exposure to her willful self-possession that was Lydia’s private sin of flesh she. Belixistrous, and she is drop dead gorgeous, her luxurious dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail only extenuating her neckline and collarbones which lead down to her perfect beautifully round breasts, which were pressed against a navy blue stripped blazer that stuck tight to her reddish copper skin. She notices you gawking at her and flicks a forked tongue at you, "Enough staring and sit down." she scolds. You feel a tug on your lower body as Mrs. Belixistrous' magic forces you to sit.