I called him up.told him I wanted him to come over. Had him drop everything.nnHe came quickly, my voice had made it sound very important. When he arrived, I answered the door wearing one of his dress shirts, one he'd left here before, and a pair of jeans. I pulled him in the door, and kissed him really hard, right away, sliding my body up against his.he could feel my breasts push into his chest, but he could also feel a hardness pressing up against his leg.nnHe looks at me oddly, but he doesn't stop. He responds in kind, kissing me back just as hard.nnI kind of press my crotch into him, letting him know I'm already hard for him without words. I grab him by the shirt collar, pulling you further into the room. "Take of your clothes." My voice is hard and full of authority. nnHe doesn't dare argue, and he starts to undress quickly, throwing clothes left and right.nnI lean back and nod, watching him, my eyes hungrily looking at each body part as it is exposed. Then I reach down as his clothes come off, and rub my hardness, up and down.nnI undo my jeans and step out of them, kicking them out of the way. A pink phallus springs to life, pointing at him as it juts out of my harness. I rub it again, this time, my hand wrapped around it, and I walk closer to him, my face perfectly serious. "Get on your knees.