She sat at her desk smiling vacuously; her legs were crossed and she was swinging her foot unconsciously as she mused. The jacket of her teal coloured...business suit hung over the back of her chair. Her ample breasts pushed against her salmon-pink satin camisole blouse; the scalloped neck nicely framed her cleavage. The hem of her skirt had ridden up exposing her legs; she had changed into flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose at lunchtime and her nylon-clad thighs glistened under the harsh. ..”“ ... I’ll always come home to you,” he finishes for her.“Right.”“I know I’d like nothing more than fuck you right here and now,” he says grinning at her like a shark. “But how about we do dinner?”“I thought you’d never ask,” she says as she steps away and pulls out the rest of the clothes she bought. “That’s why I had to rest of the outfit you bought me out and ready.”He smiles and quickly darts off to the room to get changed.The restaurant is busy, as it is one of the most popular in town,. " No worries man. I told Jennifer this afternoon we might stop for a beer or two so she already knows your going to be late." OK, thanks for telling me!"We sat at the bar drinking a couple cold sods watching billiards on a wide screen television when I finally asked Clifton. "Are you going to tell me about this woman you plan on banging?"Clifton sucked on that bottle a couple seconds longer than put the bottle down on the bar and just sat there starring down at the bar . I had to wait what. She didn't know what liquid he drew into it, but the needle was long and ominous. She trusted him implicitly, but when he turned back to face her, he had a lusty smirk on his face. As he held the syringe high above her, he manipulated her labia with his other hand, locating her aroused clitoris, and pinching it rather roughly. Nevertheless, the stimulation was electric, and Diane felt herself getting even wetter with anticipation. She watched intently as the adorable man directed the third.