She almost gasped with revulsion. Had the contact been accidental? Or had he... ? She shook her head, trying to clear away some of the vodka swirl, an... closed the door. No use thinking such thoughts, she told herself, no use at all... She led the way into the living room, uncomfortably conscious of the clerk's eyes on the swaying motion of her voluptuous young buttocks. She turned abruptly once in the room and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Samuels."Samuels nodded, grinning, and sat in the middle. I put Tracys clothes on under man own and head over. He answers the door and points me to the bathroom and says "Get changed faggot...you're going to find out why Tracy loves sucking cock today!" I change and exit the bathroom. He tells me to get on my knees and crawl to him. He's standing right next to a chair with a computer on it. I see that he is hard through hos pants already. He plays a video on hos computer. It's a video of him with Tracy. My sweet Tracy on her knees like a slut sucking. There were a dozen wet, warm, willing pussies just up the stairs and now that she mentioned it, my cock was beginning to ache. Instead of moving, I gripped my shaft and slicked it with the pre-come that leaked from the tip. Dani and I lay there with our heads and shoulders together and occasionally shifting for better position as we each rubbed our own sex. I closed my eyes and my imagination was immediately filled with the vision of Debbie's pussy as Dolly opened it for my inspection before. I rubbed my hands together, blew a little warm air into them, and made my way to the doorbell. The door opened just a moment later. There she stood in a knitted sweater that was a tiny bit too big, sweat pants, and fuzzy slippers. Her long, black hair was frizzled and her cool blue eyes looked sleepy. She was hardly the definition of grace at this moment, but when she wanted to be, she effortlessly did so; she was a short, thin and pale skinned woman, making such grace an ease.“Miss Emily?” I.