I was wearing a silk white shirt and my favourite push up red bra showing my luscious breasts and black pair of old tights covered by a dark blue skir.... I was feeling very upset about not bringing an umbrella to work and to make all worse i was alone in the office apart from the security at the entrance. With the greatest frustration in mind i finally decided to leave regardless the nonstop rain to catch a bus to get to my flat in sortditch. So I left the office building and started running to. She saw he could see how her fingers glistened with her juices and she reached out. "Would you like to taste?" she asked, putting her fingers to his lips.He inhaled her scent and licked her fingers. She slid her forefinger between his lips and he suckled on it like an infant. "Some more, baby?" she asked. Without waiting for the inevitable 'yes' she turned again and began sliding her panties down. She bent slightly as the stringy waistband slid over her buttocks. He was mesmerised in that. I arranged a cushion under her ass so that with the extra angle of elevation we could both see her lovely hairy pussy and asshole at the same time. Lovely! I parted her lips and moved to the side so that her husband could get a good view of me fingering her wet pussy. He squirmed around again and I felt my knob twitch. I swear it.Then it was my turn to undress and show him what a real cock was like… seven inches of blue-veined meat. I posed in front of him, tormenting him with it, squeezing it. .huh. Mind if I ask you a question?" a voice came from some distance behind him. Jay turned around. "Sorry?"At a small table sat an older man, handsome but strange, like a moderately successful rock musician whom no one has heard of but made enough to live off his music. A blue coat hung off him like a coatrack and he had a scarf around his neck, even though it was August and the summer was in full effect. He had tinted sunglasses on in one of the darkest bars in the city and more jewellery.