I hear a knock....then voices......then footsteps getting closer and closer....."Say hello slut." i look up and smile at the friend, "Hello Sir. May i...show you my favorite dress and new heels i picked to wear for you, Sir?" He nods...."thank you Sir." i stand and take a couple steps and turn, then bend over, then walk back over to Him. "Very nice cunt", the friend says. "thank you Sir." He grabs me by the back of my neck and bends me over the arm of the couch. my ass is out in the open and i. I wanted to know what else she was going to do to me. She kissed my lips a few times and moved back to my ear. This time instead of biting it, she whispered softly and seductively into it. “Fingers or tongue?” she asked me. For a moment I could not find my voice, all I could think of to do was moan. I did not know which answer to choose. Did I want her to lick my pussy until I came or did I want her to fuck me with her beautiful fingers? “Tongue,” I finally let out, almost in a begging tone. I. It was probably a hunch on her part, but I do have a habit of interrupting Joan with phone calls at inopportune moments. That was what she replied 'yes' to: I asked her if she was making love with someone and she said, yes, she was." I see," answered Myrna even though she did not really follow the entire trend of behavior between the strange girl and her own twin sister. "Well, I'd better go."Joan was restless. She prowled between Myrna's legs like a pussycat and licked the woman's creamy. You must have a passion for it. It was quite fascinating.”“What’s it to you?” I said quite abruptly, even rudely.I was thinking of getting up and storming out of the restaurant. This guy had been stalking me and was making comments that made me feel embarrassed.“Woah, it’s ok!” he said, seeing my discomfort, “I didn’t mean to spook you. I kinda have an interest in that sort of thing. I mean, you look like an intelligent guy. You must know that some guys like to, well, dress differently. I’m not.