Brooke thought about this. She could order what she needed online but didn’t really have a lot of money at the time. Though Brooke was making some c...sh through selling her lingerie, Brooke’s stuff wasn’t really selling as quickly as she hoped. She was just one person and could only make so many clothes every day. Usually, Brooke was pleased if she could design and create one outfit a day but rarely even accomplished that much. But today she was particularly inspired and knew a place she could. “All in good time,” she replies before directing him to pull out the chair from the corner of the room. “Sit down and face away,” she says. He does as he is told, and is almost immediately blindfolded. “I’ll only be a second,” she whispers.A few seconds later he hears her open the door to the bathroom and shortly after the door to the room opens and closes. For that he is glad because he wasn’t looking forward to any discussion on his wedding night about family being off limits.Sitting in. "It's up to you." She smiled wider, and waved at the TV. "So what are your favorite movies?" Oh, either Die Hard, or Terminator." Liar!" she laughed."Huh?" You're lying." She had that blinding smile on again. "You're way too much of a softy for that. I'll bet it's really Sleepless in Seattle or some other chick flick." A softy? Me?" I said."Yup. I see right through you," she grinned.I didn't admit it right then, but she was right. Except she had the wrong Meg Ryan chick flick--it was When Harry. She pressed against it, purring. “God. I missed this so much. Tonight was the first chance I had to sneak away.”She looked up at me. I bent over, tasting her lips. She groaned, rubbing her flat belly against my rod. Her tongue played with mine. Her firm breasts pressed against me, nipples stiffening as I suckled on her tongue. “Mmm,” she sighed into my mouth. “Goddd,” she wrapped her arms around my neck, then pulled away. She took my hand.I expected her to take me to my bedroom, but instead she.