In was in the meeting. I was sitting down the table from you. You were wearing a rather conservative shirtdress, but one that fit you tightly around the middle, emphasized your breasts and flared out magnificently - showcasing your sexy thighs. At the break, you spoke to me and my tongue was all rubber. When you asked if I had been staring at you, I admitted I had.
We talked and agreed to meet for drinks. That evening I admitted that I had a passion for women's clothes and as a kid I had been spanked by my sister for trying on hers. What do you do?
We talked and agreed to meet for drinks. That evening I admitted that I had a passion for women's clothes and as a kid I had been spanked by my sister for trying on hers. What do you do?
