EvansHer body seemed too flexible and perfect enough to touch. But no…“No more games Amelia. You need to get back to work.”“Oh, I'm done here.”“I will take my leave.” I straighten my suit. “I'll see you later Amelia.”****My quest for finding my very own pantyrella was still in motion. I needed to know who it was and there was no better way than to check the security cameras in my office. Luckily, this particular one came with monochrome filters and it was perfect. How did I not think of that?I was watching the clip gently when I saw the woman who came into my office that day…no…it cannot be.I squinted my eyes, just to make sure, to really make sure. I rewatched again and again and I was certain that it was indeed Amelia Reynolds that owned the underwear with me. I sent a quick message to her and hopefully she would meet me at home, where we would discuss. I didn't want this to get out of hand. It certainly will not. ****After brewing some coffee, I checked if the table was a

AmeliaI loved what he was doing, every bit of it. He looked so handsome below me and in a way, I felt dominant. I didn't want this to stop. Don't stop Evans. “Now, I'm going to lick you with my tongue. Would you like that?” “Yes.”He swipes his tongue over my c***t. He uses his finger to tease my entrance.“Stop doing that.” I said holding on to the table, my arse getting in contact with the cold surface.“Doing?”“Teasing me like that.” I felt shy saying this to him.“I want to get you prepared baby, I'm getting you ready to take my c**k”He licks my p***y again and takes my clit into his mouth. He carefully inserts his left middle finger into my folds while sucking on it. It felt good. He puts in his second but index finger, swiftly but carefully penetrating my vagina. “Yes,” I whispered, “just like that Evans.”Evans' talented hands worked in tandem to bring me to an edge of release. “Give it to me Mimi. Give me that sweet, yummy cum all over my fingers.”“Oh my god, Evans.” I

Amelia“No! She has to go back!” My dad's fist came in contact with his table.“She's won't.”“What will everyone say? The public? This is just tainting the Reynold's name.”“You're such a selfish man. You're concerned about your name instead of your daughter?”“Mimi—” Becca tried to stop me but I had enough. I've had enough with my father and his controlling attitude. His selfish and mean character. “No Becca. He needs to get this straight into his head. I've had enough of this! Becca is not going anywhere with Stephanie.”“You disobey me in my own home? What a waste you are!”He spat in my face. Saying those hurtful words with no remorse.“I'm pretty sure you're the one that did this. You made Becca leave her marital home to come here—”“Don't.” I warned.“You're so used to destroying things. If you're jealous of having a marriage and a good life of your own then you can as well leave Amelia!”“She was suffering. She never wanted to marry Aaron and you know it.”“She never complai

Amelia“Mimi!”“What? She's clearly throwing herself at him.” I defend“I'm sorry miss but, I don't see him complaining. If he isn't complaining, I don't think there's a problem questioning my actions.”How dare she? “That's not what you're hired for. You're hired to serve and not to flash your tits at random men.” Evans cleared his throat and dismissed the waitress.“Why are you so edgy today?” Becca asked“I'm not edgy. Didn't you see what she was doing? That was so unethical.” “I didn't have a problem with it.” Evans said.I gave him a stare before focusing on my food. ***We were done at the diner and decided to go back home. Thank Goodness. Becca and Evans chatted while moving to the car. They looked so good, comfortable with each other. They acted like best friend's that have known each other for years. Becca turned back and approached me.“Hey you!”“Hey.”“Why the long face?” “I didn't know I had such an expression on.” I answere

Amelia"Look at me." I looked up at him, his member stood at an attention. It was large...it looked...huge."I love it.""What?" "Your eyes on me the other day, I loved it. I couldn't stop thinking about you, about your lips and your hands and your face. Your tits even. I couldn't. I came thinking about you so I want to do something." "What?" He groaned, a groan that sounded like a whimper, like a cry. He walked out and came back in with a camera in his hands. I looked at him in confusion."A camera?""Yes. I want to record you and I.""What?!" I have never done this before. I mean, it sounded good but the anxiety of whether or not my body will be appealing to him was what kept me on hold."You don't need to be alarmed about it. I won't show your face in the video and I certainly will not let anyone see this video baby." He sat down beside me, his cock still at attention."This is for us, for the both of us to feel good. I want you to come while you watch this video. I want you