She ought to take the panties off, but they were part of the magic. She’d have to make this quick, but she was used to that. One hand was just strok...ng her lips – hell, she was soaking now – whilst the other expertly played her clitoris. She climaxed in just a couple of minutes. She lay there, panting, her heart pounding and her fingers sticky and juicy. Her mind was made up: she was going through with it. If she could make herself feel like that, she’d slaughter him. Far too soon her reverie. Two of the men had short, military-style haircuts, with well-groomed, close-shaven goatees. The man in the middle had long, jet-black hair, pulled back and tied into a ponytail, which reached down to between his shoulder blades. He lowered his glasses slightly, giving Brenda a glimpse of his steel-grey eyes, smiled, exposing his pearl-white teeth, and spoke in a thick, heavy accent. "We're here to see Mitch. He's expecting us."Brenda welcomed the unknown guests into the house, informing them. I knocked on the door and I heard his voice say to come in. So I did and I shut the door and locked it behind me. The tv was on and the shower was running. He was nowhere to be found. I walked over to the bathroom and knocked and he said he’d be out in a minute and I should just grab a drink while I was waiting. He had some jack and coke so I mixed up a drink and sat down. Within a couple minutes he came out in a towel and asked me how he looked. I was amazed he made a move like that. He was. With her dog taken care of, Misty suggested takeout. Mollie pulled out her cellphone and called a ‘Skip the dishes’ service, and by the time they reached the apartment and were sipping a Californian Chardonnay, a courier was buzzing from the lobby.Later, the TV in the bedroom was totally ignored. Misty made love to Mollie. She enjoyed the new softness and look that had emerged in Mollie after her dowdiness had been stripped away. Neither was Mollie passive. She was passionate and her responses.