After re-fastening my right arm, she repeated the same procedure with the left, using another set of handcuffs. When she was done, I was left wearing ...othing above the waist but my lacy pink camisole. "My, my but aren't you the pretty little thing," Ashley cooed. I wonder what you're wearing under your slacks." I felt her nimble fingers at my waist, making short work of my belt and zipper. Next, my shoes and socks were removed. "Raise yourself off the chair so I can get these slacks off. I want. You even gave her one of your clients to help her along, just a small time cheapskate who was worth nothing to you, but in her ignorance she had taken the gesture as a huge favour and subsequently looked to you when she needed help. You begin to ponder if it was a good idea at all, you don’t want to be slowed down. Maybe you can handle it? She might not be here much longer anyway. Or is this going to start wearing on you? You’re unsure.As you wonder to yourself you see John walk past the office. I kept sucking his cock after he quit coming, wanting to retrieve every last drop of cum and not sure what I was supposed to do once his juicy creamy cock left my lips. What was the etiquette for what to say or do after your black donor had finished? I was pretty sure it wasn't soft caresses and languid pillow talk. "Hey, are you trying to get a second load?" he objected, a good minute after he was done. I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and said, "Sorry, I wasn't sure what I was. I was caressing her hair and asked her if she likes being fondled by paru.She said that the soft hands of paru rubbing all over her back made her wet every single time. This was the answer I wanted to hear and I knew the time for the ladies to cuddle in the bed was near.When paru returned back in the afternoon, I told her about our fuck session and also about the response from her mom. Paru’s small boobs were bouncing up and down as she was jumping up in excitement. She rushed into her mom’s.