Well, let's just say that I like it. A lot."Misty couldn't help but laugh, quickly leaning back to kiss Miranda reassuringly. "Sorry, dear, I shouldn'... make fun of you," she replied apologetically, feeling Miranda's hands slip away, and leaving her with a bit of chill where once there was reassuring warmth, "But at least I know I'm not scaring you away." Not much chance of that," assured Miranda, glancing out into the hall as Bob staged back towards the living room, looking like he'd been shot. At some point during my ministrations my fabric-covered prick felt a wet warmth against the tip. It felt good so I made sure to move my hips a bit as I rubbed my hands over Carly's hips, her inner thighs, her stomach, the underside of her breasts. As my breathing rate increased and my hot breath touched the back of my co-worker's neck I could sense an increase in her own breath rate.I figured at that point Carly should have been fully warmed up, and was about to extricate myself, when she. As he stepped inside the warm brown hallways of the building, Mike was overwhelmed by the sheer number of people, all in a flurry of activity. He noticed that all of them were dressed in tan suits identical to his, with pants and ties for the gentlemen and skirts and scarves for the ladies. Quite a few had on blue ties or scarves as he did, but a great many had on yellow ones. He couldn’t be sure, but the ones with yellow seemed a great deal more stressed than the others he passed. As he looked. My favorite kind of outfit for my slutty lover, indeed. Too bad, she wouldn’t be wearing it very long. I took her in my arms; I kissed and fondled her, just to set the mood. I then offered her a glass of fine wine from the catering hall’s own cellar. She accepted it and drank to my health. How ironic, indeed.She had no way of knowing, but I had added just enough scopolamine to put her into a dream-like state, free of fear, but still very awake.It worked quickly; within 20 minutes she was very.