“That’s bottom-drawer stuff," she declared. “I’ll get to that when you go to lunch.”“What if I don’t plan to go to lunch?” I asked.Sha...non placed her hands on her hips and once again looked straight at me. She was cutely attired in a pretty short black mini-skirt, a pull-over shirt and a snappy little designer jacket.“Are you serious?” she asked. I assured her that I was serious and that the work had to be done that day before I left the office, as I had in-office meetings in the morning and I. Chelsea laughingly said she would be the navigator, and directed me on a route that took us to an absolutely massive complex of buildings - the Queen of Russia shopping mall. As I suspected, she led me this way on purpose. Chelsea told me this was the largest mall on the east coast, with eight department stores and over 350 specialty shops - a regular "Who's Who" of retailing. It was just prior to 10 A.M., opening time at the mall, and on a whim I said we should go in. Chelsea had hoped I would. I eased my shaft from Iris followed by a little dribble of my cum which then slowly trickled down her leg, l wiped my cock head on her bum cheeks cleaning off any of my spunk and put my cock away, she was still bent over the table so l pulled up her knickers and slacks, Iris smiled and we kissed, she joked was all that for getting the milk. Before leaving l mentioned that l had to go to the bank, but would be back at one o’clock and my wife won’t be home till 4.30pm, she wink and invited me to. This was the most torturous, lengthy denial I'd ever experienced and it was truly challenging; yet fulfilling. The woman across the room started to moan loudly, clearly approaching the edge of her own satisfaction. I had forgotten she was there amidst my horny delirium. "Focus, you, bad girl," Miss Vee stabbed. Her voice cut straight through me. I leaned forward and made sure my mouth looked wide and inviting. Her smooth, warm nylon toes entered my face once again, this time dappled with my.