I was fascinated hearing the clip clop of her high heels on the stone floor. We went into a back room and I was amazed to see that there was a one-way...mirror looking into the shop. I watched fascinated as the assistant started rubbing his hands further and further up Debbie’s legs. She had her eyes closed and was clearly enjoying the attention she was getting. What surprised me more than anything was that this is not what Debbie is normally like.I was mesmerised at the sight. I stared at what. She guessed they were in their early twenties and both were fairly jacked.“Well good evening to you too Ma'am. We’re the guys who are cleaning up the mess thank you very much.” The taller of the two spoke with more confidence than Emily had heard in this office in ages. Emily could feel her control of the situation slipping a little and wanted to regain it. She saw an especially large piece of debris on the carpet and bent over to pick it up. Out of habit she bent at her hips and gave the guys. . Carthalo." Carthalo stood, and began to peel off his armor. Bits of leather, iron, and fur fell to the floor in succession revealing the dark, muscled physique of the Redguard swordsman. He untied his hair, the thick dreadlocked coils fell to his shoulders. Lydia's hand instinctively went between her legs, her fingers slid through the silky black bush that grew there and into the warm and wet walls of her pussy. She let out a moan, and Carthalo climbed up into the bed with her. Lydia. In one movement the man moves me against my car and is kissing me roughly teasing my lower lip with his teeth. Then he is kissing me harder and pressing against my body with his. Then he firmly grips my shirt and tears it open, the buttons fly all over. He yanks my bra off and I gasp as the cold air hits my nipples, instantly turning them hard. He bends and bites one while his fingers pinch the other, a deep moan escapes my mouth. Soon he is nipping my body and leaving bite marks as he works.