We had moved to look out the door when John appeared. He was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was dressed in burgundy pants and jacket, with a p...le blue shirt. Black leather boots, and a purple cloak completed his outfit. There were two pistols stuffed in a sash at his waist.“Little One, please wait inside until I call you,” he instructed me.“Yes, John, is there trouble?” I asked.“No, just please, be patient a few minutes,” he told me. Then he went and stood blocking the door, but I could. I push you onto your back and kiss you again before I turn to face your pussy, lying on my side next to you so I can reach what I’m after. I push your thighs apart and kiss over your pubic hair before I am once again face to face with your pussy. Instead of the softly-softly approach this time I dive straight in and push my tongue inside you. I wrap my hands around the backs of your thighs to help me get better access as I assault your opening with my tongue, licking and pushing as I go. I feel. She was supposed to be at the photographer at 9am and it was already 5 after. She looked at the business card again to check the street number and checked the buildings again. Finally, she spotted the number. Damn, she thought, I hope my watch is fast and theirs is slow. She burst throught the door and hustled up to the receptionist. ‘Hi, I’m Angel Enriquez, and I’m here for the Anticipation shoot,’ she said. The receptionist was a cheerful Latin girl who quickly stood up and took Angel by the. She seemed to be pondering our situation, as well as some opening dialouge."Steve?" Yes?" I said turning to look her in those huge, dark blue eyes. "Man she is good looking," I couldn't help thinking."Steve, now that there doesn't seem to be any big secret about my condition, how do you feel about me now?" This was asked with her eyes assuming a dark look of aphrension."Sherry, I'm still confused by this whole thing. As for Sherry, you are the most fasinating, addicting girl I've even met." I.