I'm off to lunch to meet Lord B's business chums. Lord B, feeling particularly feeble will not be accompanying me. I am dressed appropriately in sheer pantyhose, a tarty pvc skirt with long black thigh high boots and a leather bra. Before I rush out the door I spot an opportunity I simply can not resist. The handyman has his tools out again. His eyes are on my boots and legs, not on the job. As I walk down the stairs he gets a fantastic glimpse upskirt. Unbeknown to me Lord B gets a fantastic view from above, spying over the gallery balcony, the old pervert. This was a chance to get me warm...

I'm off to lunch to meet Lord B's business chums. Lord B, feeling particularly feeble will not be accompanying me. I am dressed appropriately in sheer pantyhose, a tarty pvc skirt with long black thigh high boots and a leather bra. Before I rush out the door I spot an opportunity I simply can not resist. The handyman has his tools out again. His eyes are on my boots and legs, not on the job. As I walk down the stairs he gets a fantastic glimpse upskirt. Unbeknown to me Lord B gets a fantastic view from above, spying over the gallery balcony, the old pervert. This was a chance to get me warmed up before lunch... Soon the gusset of my pantyhose is ripped and the handyman's huge cock is all spent of spunk (and Lord B's no doubt seems like we do have something in common the appreciation of a large cock!) Never mind, a ripped gusset is easier access and Lord B is more than used to seeing me with a touch of spunk or bent over a table, entertaining and sealing the deal!...