Remember that'. 'Please I love them', she said back half crying, her naked back to me as her boots glistened in the light. Her long blonde hair flowin... down to her ass. 'I thought you wanted this'. I nodded 'I do. Open my drawer. I won't say it again' She opened it & inside were a long shoulder length pair of black leather gloves. Her eyes expanded & became intoxicated by them. 'Can I try them on?' she said with both in hand. Not wasting a moment she got the gloves out & slid them down her. His footsteps loud on the hardwood floor of his office, they get louder as he returns to his desk. I gasp seeing just how hard he is, the tenting of his trousers so noticeable. His bulge pushing against his zipper, sighing at the sight of it. Fuck yessss… I whisper. His hands move to the buckle of his belt, slowly, painfully slowly I watch as he pulls the leather through the metal holding it in place. Don’t stop… he says under his breath. Keep going. His pants drop, his cock springs forth.. She held onto my tightly. Her face was flush. Her eyes were wide and she let out a few shrills when I opened it up on Route 15.She was holding around my waist and I guess she didn't realize where her hands were, but the feel of her tits on my back, hearing her letting out those thrill noises and not wearing underwear under my jeans (I have taken to going cowboy lately), I mean...I had a serious hammer going. Your mom's hand was right on it.When we got back to the house, she started laughing. Inviting others to watch was easy enough. Sometimes it was obliviousness I craved.Ava understood it. Masters of our own perception.The first time I met her, I had a glass plug snug inside me, my ass clenching it as she shook my hand. When I told her about it later, she blushed redder than a poppy blossom. She always said I opened her mind. That with me, she felt free.I thought of her then, fingers inching up my skirt. When I brushed against my bare inner labia, soft as a breath, I gasped.The.