Brittany shut the door andentered the closet. The walls were lined with high heels and provocativeclothes. Upon inspection, Brittany deduced that she ...as a bit of a slut.She owned almost no pants, and the few pants she did own very skiingtight and very sexy. Not really sure what to do, Brittany let her bodygo into autopilot. She picked out a purple Lycra satin mini skirt. Sheslid the skirt up her legs, and it rested comfortably on her wide hips.The skirt really showed off her sexy legs, as it. He's an assistant at best." He moved oddly toward the bed - as if it hurt to bend anywhere."I think I may have overdone it, Ivan." I said as he eased himself down."I'm ok." He sighed. He chuckled. "Boss, believe me, I know I look bad, but I feel awesome!" He sighed contentedly although he did wince as he bent over to pick up his pants. "Boss, do you mind if I go shower before I come down and see what this kid did in my kitchen?"I laughed. "Do whatever you need, sweetcakes. I should probably. What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it’s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are. My hands touched his loli from outside. God! That washard. Scary hard and big no where nearto what I had thought and some strange thing happened. My hand remained there.I wanted to explore and the chance which I had. I think he got a hint. He knewI was trying to explore it and he too stopped miniscule moment he againgathered his breath and starting working his toungue to my ears, neck, upperbreast and face. It was rhythemic. I now felt he was stroking his ass on myhands. He actually wanted to.