"Good morning Ma'am." He says as he slides into the seat. "I love your choice of dress today." I start to blush. But pull myself out of it. "You are v...ry welcome." I try to sound stern and forceful. As if I dressed for him this way. As we drive down the road I can see his eyes following up and down my legs. I suddenly get this fear that he can see that mark on my leg. I shift my leg so he may not be able to see it even if he tried. We get to the parking garage and before I even have the car in. That was when he aggressively reminded her of private comments she had made to him wondering just how big my cock was. As she confessed to him her agreement I soon shoot a thick juicy load that nearly hit the ceiling. For a couple of years nothing happened besides a few awkward moments of sexual tension. During the summer she would go bra less and she had these great pump nipples to go with those tits. Nothing would happen but she had to know the desire was there. Then it was about a week after. She's dressed to impress w/ a super short mini skirt with the crotchless body stocking on underneath, heeled boots, tight top, pussy lips threatening to swell up and out from under the skirt. he's always a rugged handsome guy, full beard, beautiful eyes, nice rock hard ass. the real thing knocks and the ass whore lets him in. nice to meet you's go around nervously. she and the ass whore are checking him out hard. def like his pics... so far. taller than both of them, much better looking that. T-to say thank you!” She stood up, faced the two wolves, stomped her foot once, and folded her arms across her chest while she gave both men the harshest glare she could muster. It only seemed to make them smile more though, which made her frown more, which lead to a downward spiral she did not like.“We were hoping you would.” Art reached out for her, and his fingers found where her shirt was tucked into her pants. She slapped his fingers away, and Arturo’s grin only grew. “But, we were really.