Deja released once again, using her finger to spread the precum along his head. “Uh oh,” she teased. “Looks like our bitch is about to cum. What...do you say, Vanessa, should we let him?” From the small release, Joey hummed loudly around her nipple. Vanessa groaned a bit at the pleasure, but she looked at him. “No, not yet,” she said with a grin. “Bad boy. Don’t you dare even think about cumming.” Now Joey was given a challenge. Deja was still tempting him to cum by sucking on his cock and. Come on, I’ll get you a cab.” He slid his hands into his pockets. “No, Gabriel, I…” Rachel paused, running her fingers through her long dark locks in frustration. How am I going to explain that I don’t want to leave yet? Her hazel eyes began to brim with tears. “I just can’t go home right now.” That uncomfortable squeeze inside Gabriel’s chest turned achingly painful. For the past six weeks he had noticed Rachel’s zombie like state at work. She would get everything done and do her job well,. People like Jesus and Gandhi always start out this way.” Adrian was hesitate before speaking, feeling like he needed to say something. “You look beautiful tonight.” She gave a soft laugh. “That is probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. You know, to be honest, I wouldn’t have dressed up this much if I went with anyone but you.” Adrian was again silent as she slowly placed her hand on his cheek. “I think… I’m ready to go home,” she murmured. The car came to a halt in front of Jenny’s. If she won the prize was $1000 CASH but if he won she would dress in a French maid outfit and serve his friends drinks during his SuperBowl party.My hotwife lost the bet and spent the afternoon of the SuperBowl getting a manicure and pedicure then came home undressed, laid naked on our bed so I could shave her completely bald. While showering Kenny arrived, we watched the pregame show while she fixed her hair and makeup. She walked into our bedroom and put on the French maid outfit, fishnet.