And yet...she knew somehow that she was going to keep her word, and stay quiet about it. She couldn't get the image of Sarah dressed in a long red dress out of her head. The front showing ample vision of those perky breasts, with the back cut extremely low, her soft, unblemished back and shoulders bare, as she walked with Jordan in the middle of the street, her every step causing those tits to wiggle invitingly, begging someone to stroke and caress them... Kayla's hand grazed one of her erect nipples, sending a small burst fetish of arousal into her already worked-up state. She bit her lip nervously as she poked her head out of the cubicle, checking for others and finding none. Her hand began to stroke her breasts over the white patterned shirt. Dammit. How dare Jordan and that blonde vision of his make her body tingle like this? A short movie played in her head, of Sarah narrowing her gorgeous blue eyes at her and telling her off for looking down on her friend like that. This vision was quickly replaced by Jordan, telling her there would be consequences for her if she told anyone. If she didn't do what he said. There was no hesitation, no doubt she could see as he bareback told her that. He wasn't like any of the other older men she'd strung along. Kayla did not often get told off for her behavior, even when she deserved it, but today felt different. The way Sarah stood up for Jordan without the slightest hesitation, the way she cut through her misconceptions about him - and him, that stare, that...confidence in his voice and tone and manner. Whatever he had in his back pocket that made him so sure she would asian do what he said set her mind alight with curiosity. She bit her lip, and squirmed a little as she felt a heat starting to build between her legs. A scene of Sarah placing a firm hand on her shoulder, and squeezing. That hand moving to lightly caress her neck, sending goosebumps and a shiver of surprised pleasure down her spine at her forwardness. Her leaning over and whispering softly about how she was going to punish her for her behavior, the scent of honey filling her nostrils. Her asking Jordan what he would do if she disobeyed him. His steely gaze, his calm self-confidence. What was it that lay below that friendly portly bureaucrat exterior? She wanted to know. Had to know. No matter what. Her hand slipped under her shirt, her fingers acting out what she longed for Sarah to be doing to her at that moment. She stifled a soft cry of pleasure as she pinched her nipple, the point somehow growing even harder in her grip, as the hard bumps of her areola stood to attention. Her back arched, and she felt a sudden coolness hit mature her hips as her blouse rode up, exposing her lower back to the coldness of the porcelain, sending goosebumps through her. The buttons of her shirt came cumshot easily undone, revealing the upper half of an intricate gothic dragon tattoo, the tail winding down around her upper thigh, the sleek winding body snaking across her taut, fit stomach, toned from years of energetic and vigorous netball. Kayla was used to being treated as being younger than she was - her vigor and energy made most see her as more of an enthusiastic teenager a lot of the time - but her choice of underwear was a stark contrast to her youthful exuberance. She very lovingly held it in her hands. She just smiles. It would look bright red from the strain if not completely surrounded by a splatter of liquid shit. He bareback looked at me, his face emotionless, frozen in a stern gaze. “I want to be in your place so badly, Aunt Meredith.” “I need to know exactly how you get in and out of what is supposed to be an ultra-secure federal building without going through security,” I said, “and how long you have been doing it.” Luckily, even though my cock was still rock solid and her nightgown was now nowhere near covering her bottom half it managed to slip behind her fetish ass and pussy and it came to rest on the skin of her back. In just a few moments, the straining leather prick shriveled back to a manageable size and girth. in your cumshot pretty little mouth." Barbarians wouldn't come mature in as big a force if they didn't mean to invade." She was surprised and happy to see he did not have the asian towel on, and was thrilled with the sight of his bum.