She has that "Take me to bed and fuck me" expression on her face naturally, but I could tell she was genuinely scanning me for any reactions as she he...d up her shirt. My cock was rapidly hardening because seeing her bare stomach and how low her jeans were cut made me think of nothing but her wet pussy. Her tongue is pierced, also. She is blonde with blue eyes. If you could see her by her mom, you'd be surprised they were related. I obviously would also like to fuck her silly.Anyway, this. "What the hell took you so long, Fink?" asked the dark haired woman behind him in a frozen tone. "Were you trying to taunt us, little man?"Lilah Morgan smiled her humorless smile."I bet you thought: let them wait, the damn bitches. Eh, Finky-boy? You must feel really mad at us, little Eve and me. Two damn arrogant women telling the king of bimbos what to do."She chuckled. It tingled like ice cubes in a bucket.The sound went straight to his churning stomach. But Fink said nothing, did nothing.. ‘Who are you? Why am I tied up?’ Her heart seemed to want to escape her chest as she felt the bed depress to her side, the unseen and quiet intruder climbed slowly onto the bed. A million things rushed through her mind as to how this could be happening. But, as quickly as those thoughts and fears flooded her mind they disappeared with hearing one sentence whispered aloud. A deep, familiar, masculine voice whispered gently in her ear. ‘You are about to experience your wildest fantasies come. Claire was dumbfounded, it was all so matter of fact. She had expected something more, although she wasn't exactly sure what. How was she supposed to dress for something like this? A nightgown, a sexy dress, in her underwear, she rejected all of these. Fred seemed to be into housewives, so she would dress like a housewife: slacks and a t-shirt. Time seemed to pass slowly as she waited nervously for him to show up. She sat watching TV, glancing at her watch every few minutes. She was having.