‘Well, I suppose it would work. But, I can’t take you to France looking like you do here,’ he said dissaprovingly, ‘I will give you a ten thou...and dollar clothing budget for this trip. Contact Deborah to help arrange and help select your wardrobe. I expect you to get everything you need for this trip with that money, and, I expect you to be presentable. Consider it an early Christmas bonus. Now, would that be all Miss Tanner?’ I could hear the dismissal in his tone. ‘No sir. Thank you so much. She wants to see how this plays out, so she leans forward and slips her coat off, folding it next to her. Uncrossing her legs, she pretends to resit herself in the chair and tugged her tight black skirt up a couple of inches, showing the lacy edge of her thigh-highs. She crossed her legs again, knowing I watched her as she slowly slides her right hand from her knee to the hem of her skirt, sliding a finger under the edge and tracing the hem from the side of her leg to the front. She looks at. ’ He is saying this to me and more. My head is spinning. I can actually feel his mouth on my pussy and I’m grinding my pussy against my fingers, faster and faster. My orgasm is building. I can feel it, he can sense it. He tells me that now he is on top of me, kissing me, letting me taste my juices on his tongue. ‘Baby, I’m going to give you this dick, all of it. It’s yours and I want you to feel it, take it.’ With that being said, I feel my orgasm on the edge, he is taking me to the brink. We used to meet each other frequently. We also used to go out for movies, lunch for years and our relationship got very close and we both were much closer than the best friends. We got more attracted and we started liking each other. I wasn’t able to express my feelings to her and she never said hers to me either but somehow we got close and we used to discuss sex openly. As days passed, we started having phone sex and video calls. Our lust to fuck was increasing day by day to a point that one.