I smiled – it was the young professional from the first email. He came down the last three steps and we walked toward each other, I tried to say something in greeting but it came out a squeak. I tried again holding out my hand, “I’m Katie”. He took my hand – he must have felt my shaking – and led me to the bed. “You sure you want to do this?” He askedI stammered a shy Yes and guided his hand to my wet panties. “I need it”. He began stroking my sodden pussy through the sheer fabric, with his other hand he guided me down to sit on the bed. I looked up at him and he bent his head and we…
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