Amelia’s abbreviated dress fitted perfectly with the warm tropical climate and the heated atmosphere of the disco club, despite the club having an o...en air design on two sides leading out to the beach. The halter style dress was very short and barely covered her small tight curvaceous muscular butt and had an open back and a plunging neckline down to just past her navel with the rhinestones holding the front together. The semi sheerness and spandex outlined every curve of her braless breasts. He’d taken her under his wing and taught her all about the business. Ten years later, he viewed himself as a second father figure and Laney looked at him that way as well. “Yes, Edward,” she smiled a forced smile in return, trying to pretend that she saw no reason that this meeting should be uncomfortable. “Are you meeting with clients today?” he asked. “No, actually I’m done for the afternoon. I’m just leaving to meet my husband,” she answered meekly. “What did you need to see me about?”. "Hurts like the very devil." Shall I bring him up?" Thank you," he said with a shudder, pulling the sheet between his legs as Anne hurried away."Clark, miss, John Clark." The big man waiting in the kitchen removed his battered hat. "How is he?" Not too well. They beat him badly." The man was bulky but surely not fat. "He mentioned you I think, accidentally, to me I mean." She gave him a smile and led Clark up the back stairs and held open the door.Anne stood outside in the corridor and listened. I closed my eyes and let that sensation wash over me. Miranda really was quite good at fellatio.“Get on my face,” I suggested, suddenly eager to taste my neighbour again.Miranda straddled my face, then bent over me to resume sucking my cock. I used my fingers to part the petals of her flower and probed her with my tongue. Once I’d had a good taste of my neighbour, I changed focus to her clitoris, stroking it lightly with the tip of my tongue. As I was exploring her pussy, Miranda had taken my.