As Olivia’s orgasm approached, the table rattled beneath her and she gripped Gina’s ass with both hands. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” she chante..., grinding against Gina to get maximum friction on her clit. Then she came with a force that brought tears to her eyes and lay still, holding Gina tightly against her.After a minute Gina stood and pulled off the strap-on. By now she was both horny and hungry, so she multitasked by preparing another batch of pasta as Olivia knelt on the floor and licked. I walked the couple of blocks to the shop on the west end of Main Street, passing banks and clothing stores as well as bars who's doors were locked until lunch, stopping in front of one store with specially dressed mannequins. The male dummy was made up like a samurai, armor and all, on one side of the door, the female dummy looked like a true southern belle straight from Georgia on the other. The sign above the purple overhang read:G & A Costumes & More!The lettering was elegant cursive with. He carefully rolled the shiny thin gossamer garments up my legs. Next he placed the soft PVC Basque around my waist and began to fasten the hook and eyes at the back. The basque was incredibly tight but due to the thin soft PVC, it was blissfully flexible. My breast were almost spilling out of the bra cups, held under and pushed forward. He slipped my stockinged feet into my favourite fuck me shoes and fastened the ankle straps ensuring the bondage locks were in place. I stood from the chair,. She appeared to be a business women. She was probably around 5 feet tall and quite gorgeous. I asked if I could share her table, just hoping by a long shot that I could take her eventually to my home. My panties were already dripping wet with desire from staring at her from the start. We started talking about our lives and to my surprise, although she was married, we had a lot in common which made me even more horny. I told her that I was off the next day so we agreed to meet at my house for.