She moaned as the opening of the crotch rubbed against her jeweled clit when she moved. She went to the closet. Indian sex Then she smelled it. Freshly shaven with a smug look on his face he moved to positioned himself next to her. She shifted in the seat just enough to get a good grip. She couldn’t seem to move enough. Crimson red with sparkling bead work. “Lacy you have a phone call on line 1”
Since her vision was still off focus she had to squint to read the clock on the wall. Answering the door she politely smiled and told the gentleman she was ready and grabbed her purse. Either option would leave someone disappointed. Pulling it down she opened it. Sitting so close he had her on the brink of going over the edge. With shaking hands she put them on and went to the mirror. Either option would leave someone disappointed. “As soon as you get off work go straight to the Country Inn. He started to go higher lifting the hem of her dress. Using his tongue he licked the marks he made along her legs till he was inches from her exposed clit. Do you understand me Lace!”
“Yes Sir” she complied meekly, still trying to regain her composure. The tingling on her clit only added to her furiousness.
