I turned and started walking , I didn't want to seem to eager to talk about this. My husband came up beside me and said could you handle a nine inch c...ck? I said I don't know, how long is yours? He said four and a half inches. I said he would be getting pussy you can't reach, then I laughed a little. I felt bouncy in my new tennis shoes and the fact my naked ass and pussy was only a couple of inches above the hem of this tiny tennis skirt had me soaked. Hubby said lets go home I need to fuck. Why would they do that? Should she respond in some way? But how? Now she did start to worry. What had happened to her? Why was she here? Why couldn’t she communicate? As if in response, one of the grey shapes seemed to come nearer. There were no features to see, but she watched in amazement as an arm seemed to materialise out of the grey mist, then a hand, then a finger, pointing at something in the distance. She strained her eyes in the indicated direction and suddenly she could see a point of. She never saw me, or maybe she never tried. And yet after tonight, she would see me everyday from now on.I watched her talk and flirt, staring at the curve of her ass and the way her heavy tits rose and fell under the rubbery material of her black dress. Red hair and alabaster skin - she looked good in black. I'd have to see to it that she wore it often .... if I let her wear anything at all.I felt the warm rush, like the heat from a good brandy, the excited feeling that comes from knowing you. So what? You're just gon leave after i paid for the service tonight?"Well.. Im sorry but that's not really my problem"Well alright. Fuck it. *Walking back* I'm just saying you know i got photos of you right?And they'll know it's me? *smiling* Are you trying to blackmail me is that what you're trying to do here?"Having the same tattoo on your arm, your.."My tattoo??? What about m... You knew it was me?! you know what? You're fucking sick. I cannot believe you"Than on the goes. She left. About.