I sit at work, summer, heat. "Hello" is a green daisy in ICQ called Boss, "Hello" - in response and lips stretch in a smile. We met recently on the Internet, accidentally hit the thematic site, the eye caught on his profile and more recently, I am his virt-slave. To the question “What should I do?” I received a short answer: “To fulfill my desires.” Eternal female curiosity did its job. It became interesting ...

So began the conversation. He likes to ask questions - any, but mostly terribly immodest: with whom did you spend the night? how many orgasms were there? How did you fuck and where did you cum? An adult experienced man gets pleasure from how blushing, stumbling and with difficulty chooses the words a young girl on the other side of the screen.

This time the Boss suggested:

- Let's play!! What are you wearing today?

He constantly asked me this question and listened with pleasure to a detailed answer. I began to describe in detail my clothes, deliberately skipping clothes. But you can't fool him, having patiently heard about the blouse, skirt, sandals, he will ask:

- What kind of underwear? Colour? style?

It is necessary to answer in detail and quickly to all questions of the Host.

- Where are you now?

- At work, I sit at the table among the papers, working noise and still have time to answer your questions.

- And now let you take off your panties !!

I got lost.

- What for?

- Because I want to, take off.

Inside, everything stops, but even there is no thought to disobey. I drive in a chair deep into the table and cautiously move down the little panties.

- I took it off.

- Well done, girl.

A few more gentle soothing phrases so that my thoughts stop rushing and I calm down. Then we start talking about sex, about our fantasies, it would seem - just an ordinary Wirth, but in the middle of the working day, bustle, phone calls - this turns on and adds to the piquancy of the situation. The described caress of bodies excited and forced me to flow from desire.

- You're excited, admit it! ;)

- Yes, it is already wet.

- Go to the toilet and bring yourself to orgasm by yourself, with your warm fingers. Do not wear panties, today they will not be useful to you.

I didn’t even begin to object, hurried into the toilet stall - finished violently with pleasure, exhaled exhaustedly.

I thought that about panties, he certainly got excited, we ought to wear them. But ... There were working questions, I went from office to office, and at that time my thoughts were between my legs - as if it was bare, sweet and wet. She did not dare to violate the order of the Master.

At the end of the working day, the desire to get dressed remained, but again distracting circumstances.

I go out - and suddenly my husband meets me from work ... On the way home, I don’t get to put on the panties and the mood begins to fool around. Rising in front of him, I start to play with a light short skirt so that she would bully little by little. I really wanted him to see that I was naked under a skirt. Kraeshkom, I quickly managed to settle it in doubt. And when we entered the first apartment he asked: “Raise your skirt”.

I stepped away from him a couple of steps back and slowly began to lift the wide skirt with both hands in front: op-pa! - naked smooth pussy with slender legs apart in high heeled shoes. He dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to the pubis, caressing and teasing his tongue wet pussy. Then he raised his eyes to me: “You’re not taking them off for me !!” In response, I closed his mouth with a kiss and made every effort so that he would rather forget about this piece of matter. After rough sex with my husband, I closed in the bathroom and sent the Host a message about my actions.

- Good girl, my sexy baby. Continue tomorrow...

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