Grange leaned over the hedge from the next door garden.“Who, who are they?" I managed to gasp, my eyes fixed on the retreating figure.“Moved into ...umber 78 about three or four weeks ago. Name's Bakerwell. He's one of these religious sect preachers," Mrs. Grange was the eyes and ears of the street. “Creationists or something like that. No alcohol, no decorative clothing, no gambling and, get this, Jack, no sex except for procreation." She laughed out loud, "That's their daughter. Which means. She had red hair, alabaster skin, and was wearing a white silk top and a black skirt. She looked very elegant, and with the look that she was giving me, she looked like the no nonsense type. Getting up she walked over and stood right in front of me. I noticed she had piercing green eyes as she looked me up and down.“When does my client get here?” I asked.Folding her hands, she gave me a sheepish grin. “I am the client.”This was definitely a first for me. Though I had been with a couple once, I. A tight spandex top hugs a modest, pushed-up bosom, baring a flat midriff above very abbreviated leather shorts. Her legs are clad in black fishnets, feet squeezed into five-inch heels. The only concession to the season was a light fur stole draped loosely around her shoulders, and even then it appears more for show than warmth.The woman turns away and steps off the sidewalk, and Cassie's eyes widen at the exposed crescent moons of her ass around the edges of the shorts. She approaches a car. Then, I quickly and suddenly deep throated him. His gasp and moan told me how much he appreciated it. I knew my mouth felt like heaven at that moment. I knew he wanted to take control, but was enjoying it too much to stop me. I sucked him, guiding him in and out with my tongue running up and down the underside of his dick. His hips began thrusting, and I knew it was time to be submissive. I pulled back, looked up at him seductively and said, "I dont feel like it. If you want it, you're going to.