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I looked at my semi-naked figure in my lingerie. The last few gym sessions had toned me up completely. Not all London escort girls look half as hot as me! Over the next week, I had three Christmas events where I would be eating and drinking to excess, so I would be on the treadmill and the pool for at least six hours this week to redress the balance.
Mary was always on time. She as a sexy, sassy General Manager, of what, I’m not exactly sure; probably some large blue-chip corporate with offices in London and Paris as she was always so smartly-dressed.
I heard a knock on the door and I strode over to look through the spy-hole. Mary was on her phone, but was looking impatiently at the door. I let her in and she smiled briefly at me, but indicated she needed to stay on the phone. She flopped down on the chair and sounded annoyed as she talked with someone.
I discreetly left her to the call, made her a Martini, and left it on the table. She glanced at my breasts and down to my pussy, as my sheer lingerie clung to my curves.
I realised she was annoyed as the caller had eaten into her own personal time with me. I carefully undressed and walked over to her. Her suit was classy; a knee-length skirt, white blouse and long-line jacket. She didn’t wear an outer coat, which was strange as the temperature had dropped to around 5 degrees outside.
The obedient submissive escort girl I knelt down, Mary smiled again and reached out to touch my chin gently. I took off her stilettos and stroked her calves slowly, up and down until she opened her legs slightly. I took that as the cue to slip my hands up her skirt to take off her stockings. I undid the fasteners and stroked the soft skin of her thigh. She moved forwards on the chair as her conversation continued in earnest.
I placed my tongue on the tip of her clit and she flinched slightly as the sensitivity of her sex responded to my touch. I was gentle and explorative, letting my tongue swirl around the bud, and feeling her move slowly against my tongue. I knew she was digging this as her free hand stroked my back and then she let a long fingernail trail down my spine.
Mary was finished on her call and sighed loudly as she threw the phone onto the table and widened her legs to let me reach her inner folds where I sucked and teased her with my tongue. “Just what I need, honey,” she drawled in her Texan accent.
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