You have just read one of my e-mails and you became extremely wet, and you soaked your panties through with your arousal. Then you fingered yourself a...d made yourself even more wet. I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have something for you. A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you - bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet,. I was feeling really good. My presentation went exceptionally well. I was headed back to my hotel room to get ready to celebrate. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do to celebrate. I might hit the town or try out the fancy pool, but first I needed to go back to my room to get out of my coat and tie. There was a maid’s cart in front of my room. Darn, I would have to wait for the maid to finish before I could do anything. I opened the door to my room. There on the bed was the maid – asleep. She. "I think you'll like it. It tastes like licorice." Well..." Ron said dubiously. "How do you mix it?" With water," Myra answered. "Serve it over ice. I'll get some from the refrigerator."She moved away, returning moments later with a tray of ice. Ron had put two glasses on the bar face, and she dropped two cubes into each one. He uncapped the bottle and poured some of the clear liquid into a glass and added a bit of water; almost immediately, its consistency changed to an opaque, almost milky. Now both of us were naked under water. With water enveloping our nude bodies and both of us feeling each other, freely, it was a heavenly experience.I made her sit my lap, this time facing me, so that her cunt hole was just right in front of my rigid cock.“You like it ?, “I asked her. She just smiled and nodded.“No, that is not enough, you must tell,” I said.“I like it,” she murmured.“You like what,” I teased her.“Your long one,” she said concealing her shyness.“How many cocks have you seen so.