She ran her fingers through my hair and I kissed her neck and shoulder. Payal opened the buttons of my shirt and kissed my chest.I held her boob and p...essed it. She moaned. I kissed her cleavage then took off her top. My legs were rubbing her bare ones. My cock was at full spasm and rock hard.Suddenly, she held it with her hand as stroked it. I opened her bra to reveal those lovely globes which were size 34, big and slightly sagging (something I love). Immediately, I put my mouth there and. She would look towards the ceiling and squeeze her big tits. I felt her pussy tighten as she went into orgasm. She screamed loud and gripped her tits even harder and the tightness of her pussy was almost overwhelming. She screamed my name loud as she came, making my cock even harder in her clinching pussy. She looked at me and kept working her hips, and it was difficult for me to keep myself contained. The warm rush of euphoria filled my body and went right to the head of my cock as my cock. Oh my fucking god no! I freak and tell him no fucking way! I’m not gay! I’m not bi-sexual! He responds how he doesn’t really give a shit because according to him “I” might not be bi sexual, but he guarantees my body is, and he’s going to prove it. With that he steps in and runs his hands around my waist reaching down to squeeze my ass through my jeans. Oh shit! What the fuck is going on here! I start thrashing around telling him to stop touching me! I’m not gay! Stay the fuck off of me! He. ” She kissed him, “But I’m glad you did. I can’t wait. Let’s go upstairs.” When they entered their bedroom, Stephanie retrieved an envelope. She pulled out some photographs and said, “Let’s see what the married woman has in store.” They went over the boardroom session with Stephanie and her older client. Like the other photographs in Stephanie’s private collection there were a lot of close-ups. Chris commented that her client seemed to be more insistent on touching her body than her other.