The very old bloke, Harold, was red-faced from the off. I told them I was not in a rush and hoped to please them with the poses and my underwear. John...switched on the studio lights and the guys gathered round.This time I was wearing a short grey pleated skirt and a simple white silk blouse. I had changed out of my warm boots into black heels. I got a thumbs-up of approval.I started pretty much as last time, eventually removing the blouse and letting them see my new under-wired half-cup white. It was tight, but the lubrication made my hand slide in and out, up and down easily&hellip, My other hand, with a mind of its own started rubbing my left nipple and then the right one. Ohhh&hellip,. This was the first time I was touching myself in this way and couldnt understand why I was doing it but also was unable to stop. My nipples were now sending signals to my pussy which was being penetrated for the first time by my own fingers. I was going slow, very slow in and out with my fingers and. I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully with the barista while he started filling her order. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me. "Oh yes she should." His heads dripping with pre-cum and I lap at it gently, swirling my tongue over the tip, before sucking his cock into my mouth. He tastes so good my mouth waters and dribbles onto his cock, I pull out and lick down the shaft, inhaling the salty musk of his balls before I suck them into my mouth one by one, tugging the skin and digging my nails into his arse. He sighs, running his fingers through my hair. "Oh, Mistress" I want to devour this man, every single inch of him..