And today they looked magnificent as two tiny pieces of string held the sides of her dress together, struggling to hide the cleavage that was on displ...y. They looked huge and not at all like a handful either. To finish the job, she had chosen for some understated blue heels that propped her arse up even more without drawing too much attention to her pumps. She must have thought that with a tits and arse like that, what’s the point in showing fancy footwear? Not that she hadn’t taken time to get. I heard the water turn on at the sink as I leaned back, my legs fully gapped open, and grasped my thick swollen shaft and began to rapidly masturbate myself. The steady rhythm of skin slapping against naked skin produced a distinct sound as I brought myself toward orgasm, desperately wanting to cum before this black gentleman departed out of my life, perhaps forever. As the familiar feeling of my orgasm began to build, deep within my bowels, my eyes glazed over and my breathing became labored.. He stood up and slid my bunched vest down from where it had gathered at my stomach, to my pants and I pushed myself off the counter allowing him to sweep them both over my legs. They dropped to the floor in a heap as he stood back to admire the state he had already got me into. He pressed his mouth back between my legs and lapped up the juices from my lips. My hips moved against him and I couldn’t help but push his head down with one hand, burying his face into me. He groaned and I felt the. I didn't recognise the voice, so I decided to play safe. "Kate Moss," I replied."No!" the voice said."Raquel Zimmermann!" I tried."Nnooo!" the voice said, sounding just a little disappointed. "Come on, you can do better than that, Stewart." Oh, I know, it's that girl who needs to be put over my knee and have her lovely backside smacked for upsetting my brother so much." Her short sentence had been enough for me to recognise that it was Shirley's voice."Is that a threat or a promise?" she asked,.