Not Yet

"How do you feel now John?" She asks.

"Why am I getting hard?" You ask.

She walks towards you and bends over a little leans into you and smirks. "That means you're ready." She says.

"What does this mean?" You ask shaking your wrists to try and get free. Ms Ivy then kneels down in front of you and place her hands on your thighs. She is smirking a lot, she then squeezes your thighs then moves her hands up to your belt buckle and undoes it, she then takes your belt off and throws it away.

Your cock harder than it has ever been, as she undoes your shorts and then slides them off throwing them off in the other direction of your belt, your cock now tenting in your boxers. Ms Ivy stands up and looks down at you smiling.

"What now Ms Ivy?" You ask.

She winks at you and spreads her legs and straddles you. "Mmmmmm. How does the leather feel against your thighs?" She asks.

You are sitting there unable to move or say anything, she is sitting on you, the cold leather is pressing against your thighs, her tits are all up in your face. Ms Ivy wraps her hands around the back of your head so her elbows are resting on your shoulders.

"I bet you wish you could run your hands all over my leather clad body." Ms Ivy says leaning back, her ass pressing against my thighs and her hair falling down her back.

"God yes." I say, she looks back at me and smiles.

"Well Mr Doe, if you give me the information I need you can do whatever you want to me." She tells you moving her ass a little.

"For the last time I don't have any clue what you are going on about." You admit.

"THE INFORMATION ON THE DISC!......" Ms Ivy shouts when there is a noise from her bag, which sounds like a phone ringing. She gets off your lap and goes over the the phone and answers it.

"Hello. . . . . . . .Yeah he doesn't know anything. . . . . . . . .Oh. . . . . . .okay." She puts the phone down and smirks at you.

"What?" You ask.