It was her dream job, because she had what could only be called a lust for fabric. As long as she could remember she'd had this primal need to feel di...ferent textures on her skin, and it had only gotten stronger with time. Cashmere, corduroy, denim, silk, satin -- every fabric had its own special thrill.She had studied design in school and she had some talent as an artist, but her true gift was for picking fabrics. After a period as a wage slave at various clothing companies, she had caught the. "Yeah, I think this willmake sure he complies with our wishes," she said casually, as shecontinued to fuck me."Here's the plan, bitch, she said, as she slid a pair of black thongpanties up my leg and pulled out of my ass. We're gonna let you go backto work now. Keep the panties on. We will pick you after work. Don'ttry anything funny, or you will be sorry." I was released, cleaned up,and dropped off at work. The day went normally, until I got a call frommy secretary at around noon, right as I. As soon as that was done, he was on the bed running the head of his cock up the crack of her ass and slowly easing it into her.Lynn's head came up and a shriek filled the air. "AHHHHHH...MY ASS..."When his cock was full inserted they both started to fuck her, one in her ass and one in her cunt. Lynn was going completely crazy now."OHOHOHOHOHGOD...YOU'RE BOTH FUCKING MEEEEE... OHOHOHGOD... ITS SOOOOO GOOOOOD... TWO COCKS... OHPLEASE... OHPLEASE... FUCK ME HARDEEEEEEEERRRRRRR... "I watched in. And their mother, Jane Allcourt, a now-retired actress and two years her sister Coco’s senior, saw that her beloved twins always wore sexy and expensive lingerie.The twins chattered away in their first-class compartment, but the presence of a stern-looking, ascetic man in a dog-collar, prevented them from discussing what they really wanted to talk about.They had, truth be told, discussed it for hours before in the privacy of their bedrooms in Sloane Square. How, on reaching the ripe old ages.