Sam stopped sucking my fingers, took my feet, and started sucking my toe while I stroked his cock.Me: Sure, dear, my husband is still here, but we can...meet after he leaves.Jacob: Sure, do you think he will leave soon?Me: Ya. he will be out of here soon.Jacob: Great, be ready. I want to take you somewhere . Wear a bikini if you have, not a requirement because you will have to remove it once you get there.Sam kept sucking on my feet.Me: Sure, dear, I will get ready.Jacob: See you soon,. Any truth to that?" Yeah, but not me. Oh, I may slap a girl around a bit if she tries to short me on a night's take, but I don't beat 'em up. It don't make no sense. You beat a girl up and she can't work. She can't work, you don't make no money, you know what I mean?" Do they try to hold out on you very often?" Naw, they know it ain't worth it." Do you take any of your ladies to your own bed?" 'Course. That is, the "A" team. The "B" team, naw, not so much." Are you afraid of disease?" Not with. The car was smaller but nice. It was a mercadies, but she couldn't tell you what kind. Though she was proud to be able to tell at least tell that much. Leaning forward when Mac started the car she turned on the radio and beoncey's "Irriplaceabul" blarred through the speakers. Mac's cheecks truned a bright red and he leaned forward fumbling over the radio to change the tape, only to turn to "If You Liked it You Shoulda' Put A Ring on it". He grummbled something uncomprehinsabul. Finally he. She was sitting in the big, blue chair sideways to me apparently in front of the TV. I could not see her from the waist down as the big, plush arm of the chair obscured her hips. Her legs however, were propped up on the chair, her painted toe nails still digging into the soft fabric. Her long, black hair curled seductively upon her naked shoulders and her head was still tilted back. From my vantage point I could see a towel, also blue in color, draped across the front of the chair. The woman.