He was mistaken about that, too, also because he didn't know her as well as it would've helped to.It all went very normally, even though, as a couple,...they looked very unlike a couple. He was older, with a slightly yuppie look to him, and she looked a bit like some renegade biker's woman. Her mohawk got some stares, as did the flaming tattoo on her shoulder, which was exposed when she took her parka off in the museum. She was wearing a black tank top with thin spaghetti straps. It had flames on. ” Ken’s voice was a husky sultry whisper of male cockiness that tickled her ear with its moist warmth. Barbie nervously made a sound that was a cross between a giggle and a titter. Ken had her tightly tied to the bed and whatever she wanted or wished for was irrelevant; he would do as he pleased. Barbie’s heart pounded nervously. She had craved for this and now it was happening. Barbie’s body was pliable as putty at this point, her joints so weak from multiple sexual releases she felt as supple. Evony isn’t even breathing hard by the time her feet land on the ground floor. Her legs feel great without any sign that she just raced down six flights of stairs at a rapid pace.With a shrug—something to worry about later—she pushes through the door and steps out into the lobby. The place is immaculate, not a sign of any disturbance. Compared to the floors above her, it seems rather odd. With each floor she took, Evony made sure to cast a glance through the door’s windows. Each and every floor. This didn't allow for any cleavage to be on display but it certainly did show of the shape of her small but firm breasts and without a bra her nipples were clearly visible.We were made very welcome at the party. It seemed to be mostly men, just a few couples. It seems it was at the home of Phil's boss, so it was mostly people from his office. We enjoyed the food at the buffet and the drinks were plentiful. We seemed to be getting more drinks offered to us well before we had finished the ones we.