"Who says I'm staying?" Tiffany liked to banter.Stephen pressed her against the wall of the elevator, his face only aninch from hers. His hands squee...ed her thighs."When I pay for something I expect to get it," he was breathing heavy.Tiffany grinned at his childish attempt at bravado.She kissed the tip of his nose."We'll see mister Bateman," she smirked.Stephen smiled back at her."I really do like you, you know," Stephen held her at arms length andstudied her face.Tiffany blushed. It was rare. I started to moan loudly. And my moans only increased in intensity as the seconds passed. So much arousal now coursed through my veins that I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. Apparently, my canine lover was just as horny, because his cock suddenly started jerking around in my hand. Luckily, I was only seconds behind. FUUCCCKKKK!!!!! I moaned powerfully when my pussy started to convulse. Moments later, I felt my cunt overflow. But the squirting orgasm that was getting ready to explode. And like most Fridays, she and a co-worker, Mattie, had stopped by a local pub after work for a few drinks before heading home. Being that it was a Friday, it seemed like everyone else had the same idea as well. And though it was still early, the place was already busy with several men and women stopping in for a drink, relaxing, and chatting it up with friends."Busy tonight," Anna commented, though she had spotted a couple of vacant bar stools at the counter. She and Mattie immediately made. The colouring was predominantly white paint and light grey tiles, not exactly my taste, but effective. The water was warm and welcoming as it poured over my head and ran down my sweaty body. Working the shampoo into my hair I lathered it vigorously, massaging the scalp to remove the grit and grime from my pruning activities as the soothing water cascaded over me. I washed my face in some of the descending foam leaving my whole head with a refreshed sense of cleanliness. As I ran my hands over.