A seamstress?" Nathan turned to look at him, as Marcus rockedback and forth in the chair, slowly.The question made Marcus scowl. "TAILOR. Or Seamster,...if you're going touse the masculine version of the term." The scowl only remained for amoment before falling away, a smug smirk slithering onto his face like asnake. "But yes, that is true. That's my job, after all. I make clothingof all sorts and sell it online. I make all sorts of stuff, custom madeand fit for people's specifications, and sell. Which she hoped would be soon. She realized that she was the world’s worst ‘going out’ companion but Karen had practically manhandled her into the outfit she was wearing, so she couldn’t say no. The satiny red shirt she wore was a past Christmas present from her mother as were the form-fitting jeans hugging her full hips. In fact, Rainey had never even considered wearing half of the ‘nice’ clothes her mother bought for her since she usually preferred her clothes to be a bit loose in order to. Thrashing my clit with his tongue, I wrapped my legs around his head, pulling him deeper into my womanhood as he inseted two thick fingers. "Yes george, just like that. Please Don't stop now! I'm gonna..Ahhh...ahhh Cumm" Within seconds, he had me unleashing and drenching his face with my sweet juices. Removing his fingers, he placed them to my mouth teasingly. Instinctively, I began to suck his fingers free of my cum until he placed his wet face into mine. I layed there lapping my juices off. I saw some scarring, but that doesn't hurt either, at least not to me. I would be very happy to show off with you on my arm at any restaurant in the city and get envious stares from all the men. I know you to be sweet and kind, or the other women would not love you as they do. Now what is this really about?" I am a bad wife; I drove my husband away and made him leave me." I sincerely doubt that, tell me the whole story." Okay, but know that this is hard on me, it is not a pretty story." I'm.