He was fairly cocky about it and he thought he was in control completely, exactly what I wanted. I managed to squeeze myself into an extremely form fi...ting, black, sequence dress with the appropriate lacy lingerie underneath. I tried to catch my breath running up the stairs of the hotel, shivering in a long overcoat while it snowed. The weather had been brutal, and being committed to dressing provocatively during a Chicago winter made me question whether or not I should be taking Prozac. His. "And now that Tiffany is all rested up, she'd like to play some more... if you're 'up' for it, James!" You're a naughty little slut aren't you, Tiffany? What did you have in mind?" I asked her, grinning."Well, you've seen mine... now I want to see yours!" she said, squeezing my cock bulge. Up to now, I hadn't removed my jeans or underwear, only my shirt. And although she had reached in to play with my cock a bit while we were making out, she had yet to see it in its full glory."I guess that is. Kiss my asshole for me. Give mommy's butt hole a nice, sloppy kiss. Make it wet for me so your prick will go in easier." Kiss your asshole, mom?" Marty asked, the thought having been alien to him thus far in his life. Had anybody ever done such a thing? Put their mouth on someone else's asshole? The teenage boy didn't know, but he knew his own mother certainly asked him to do so, and certainly she wouldn't ask him to do something that wasn't nice to do.With Stephanie retracting her finger tip. I didn’t care. I had no illusions of relationships with this woman. She wanted to use me to get off, and that was fine with me. If those were to be the rules, we were both clear on them. I was standing over her now as she still lay back on her desk. We paused for a moment, the sound of the rain and approaching thunder filling the void left by her moans. Without warning, I grabbed her shirt and ripped it open sending buttons flying in every direction, and revealing her massive tits in a bra.