His name was Mr Brown, an ageing gentleman with old school values. I wore my tightest crop top that I could find in my wardrobe, along with red fishne... stockings and high heels, suspender belt, and a skimpy skirt, which only just covered my bottom, and no knickers to hopefully enhance my prospects of securing the release of money that I needed from him. When I entered his office, he looked me up and down, his facial expression not even showing a glimmer of interest. I can remember thinking to. Right now I can tell she is so high on pleasure that she doesn’t know what to do so I quickly grab a chair and position her right on the edge so I still have access to the pussy.Then I go to work, hungrily I rub and tease and tempt her spot with my fingers and she has to bite her lip not to scream out. I trace tiny kisses from her ears to her neck and give gentle licks as I go. I can feel the heat of her body increasing overall as her panties get slippery and wet. I stop to smell my fingers and. I reached down and grabbed her hands and she stopped her fondling. I gently removed her hands from me and leaned over and whispered, “I still owe you for being late this evening, why don’t you lay back in the middle of this big bed and let me please you.” With that I kissed her on the cheek and looked into her eyes.She looked at me for a moment, then smiled and slid back to the middle of the bed. She laid back, her head on the pillows, feet on the bed, legs bent and knees together. I. Then she grabbed my head and pushed her tongue into my mouth searching for more cum. Dyra searched my mouth until she was convinced I had swallowed it all and let me go. She smiled as she said, “Bucket List 1, done.”Dyra sat back on the floor against the sofa and beckoned Duke to join her. He got up and moved over to her, licking her face as she rubbed and patted him. I couldn’t see what her left hand was doing; only that it was rubbing in his stomach area. Soon Dyra said quietly to Duke, “Up,.