She turned exposing her fine supple breasts with her panties around her slender ankles. She quickly pulled her panties up and crossed her arms over her large tits attempting to conceal herself from the stranger Mike stood with at the doorway. She tried to mask the trembling she was experiencing as their hungry eyes devoured her. The curves of her shoulders. Her cleavage made even more remarkable with Leah's pointless attempt to hide from her boss and this young stranger. The shape of her hips. Her swollen pussy well defined by the neatly trimmed patch of red hair contrasted sharply against her milky white skin. Leah's long legs accentuated by the high heels she wore.
Mike leaned over and whispered something to his friend. They smiled to each other and then looked back towards Leah dressed only in her 3" heals, wedding band and black lace panties. She felt uneasy. She was trapped in a situation in which she had absolutely no control. They continued to watch her with their eager stares. It was obvious that both men enjoyed her dilemma. She needed instruction -- she wanted to be told something, anything other than this silence. Leah was restless as her mind raced with the thoughts of these two men taking her.
Vignettes of what could happen. Hands on her body. Squatting down in front of them clinching onto their incredibly stiff dicks. Leah positioned on her back -- then on all fours as they confronted her. Leah had thoughts of one guy driving his cock into her pussy while the other discovered the depths of her wonderful mouth. She was incapable of controlling the waves of hot flashes that began to rush through her body. Her confusion only added to the excitement of being on display for them. The pearls from her broken neck lass lay scattered on the floor.
