She slightly spread her legs to make it easy for me to feel over pussy. I pressed my hand over the saree and i could faintly feel her pussy and the pu...sy hair. I took her hand and directed to my dick. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and put her through my underwear to hold my penis. Then she expertly took out of the underwear a looked at it curiously. I am a very fair person and when erect, tip of my penis looks reddish or rose. She liked it seems and she smiled at me.By the time i. That’s the first part. The second part is that from now, Miles here is YOUR plaything. He is not to deny you sex for any reason, period. Are we clear, Miles? From now on, even at work, she’s actually your boss when it comes to sex. You’re still in charge of work-related stuff, of course, but you’d better not retaliate against her in any way. You will call her ‘Mistress Edda’, ‘bellissima’, things like that. You will flatter her, praise her beauty, kiss her sweet, pouty lips, and clean up any. She held it so as the head was just starting into her opening and she instructed me to continue,"Just shove your cock into my cunt as far as you can. You don't have to be too gentle, I'm so wet and slippery you shouldn't have any trouble getting it in." Mom was talking dirty again and I was fearful that she would get me so wound up I would be no good to her.I carried out her instructions and pushed my groin hard against her and I felt my cock force its' way deep inside her body. Mom groaned in. There were three partners, all young or youngish mid-forties, Marjory and I, and six coppersmiths. It was a very friendly place and Marjory always dressed to impress.She was a bit past the mini skirt stage, but would wear tight pencil skirts suspenders and stockings and there was never a panty line. The first week having never worked in an office I opted for a modest skirt and top with tights and sensible shoes.Marjory took one look and said “No.”She told me that that would not do. I should.