Her pubic hair lined up against the bed linen – coffee brown against crisp white. Her plump nipples were rouged to a fiery red. “See anything you...like, honey?” “Plenty, doll. Plenty.” She opened herself further, pressing through her pubic hair, and fingering deep between her fiery inner lips. Lips the same color as her nipples. First with one finger, then two, She dug deep and then slipped out again. She finger-tipped to her clitoris, rubbing tiny circles over its head. She dipped inside. Katie.“And your guess would be correct,” Katie replied as she flipped open the manila folder and carefully picked up the stack of papers with her fire-engine red fingernails.“Is that what I think it is?” Cano excitedly asked as Katie tapped the pages on the counter top, getting them perfectly organized in her hands.Katie took her sweet time in building up the excitement levels within us, before she said, “This is indeed your recording contract with CBS Records. And before you go all nutso on. .."Armand nodded. "Every couple of weeks. And we talk on the telephone in between. And there are other things; I know that you are aware that I have you watched -- but I doubt that you are aware of exactly how closely... Why do you think that is?" I... don't know." Sharon thought of the thousands of times that she'd wished that she WASN'T garnering any attention from Armand -- but she'd never really wondered why she DID... "Apparently, it is because the pair of you are important to me," Armand. Can you free my hand??You know what to do??Right??Me:yeah, maami but it will hurt a little!(with a sad nervous face)Maami:yeah,its fine.Just help me free my hand(while trying to pull her hand).Me:ok…so you will need a lubricant or something like oil.Even hairoil will work.Let me get some hair oil in a bowl.[i poured some hairoil around the wrist area of the stuck hand.But while I was going to put the bowl back I pretended to fall accidentally and the oil fell on maami’s nighty and and my hands.