She likes to be the one in control. I like to be told what to do." Well then, you're in luck baby, because I like being in control, and I like telling...you what to do. I just might decide to make you do some things you don't want to do. Nasty things, stuff that would show everyone what a scuzzy slut you really are. Things like last night, only with more people watching you while you did them. I might decide to make you do some of my other friends too. Do you have any problem with that?" I don't. She licked her lips and looked up at me and said "he's got a nice one, huh"... I said "oh yes he does!.. and since he's got his cock out babe.. why don't you sit up on that step and get rid of the rest of that bikini... So she stood on the first step, pulled her bottoms down and stepped out of them. Sometimes she keeps a little landing strip, but she shaved completely before we left the house. She was sitting on top step with just her feet in the water, as was he. She was right next to me. Finally he drove to where he thought she lived, checked all of the names on the mail box nameplates, but did not see her name anywhere. Frustrated, he knocked on the supers door and asked about her, telling the super that he had a package to deliver, but could not find her anywhere. He must have been sufficiently convincing because he leaned that she had moved out the prior weekend. Unfortunately, the super had no forwarding address for her mail. By this point, Jerry was determined. This girl. With her head arched back a scream she couldn’t hear in the tumult erupted from her as the wave surged forward from every fiber of her body to gush, as her juices surged out around the appliance to soak the face imprisoned below. It went on and on as she gripped tighter and tighter, and rocked more vigorously and vigorously, until the wave, almost blessedly, began to recede, and her cries became whimpers, and she finally released her hold, opened her legs, and fell back on the bed, exhausted. .