Before you do this thing, tell Shirley." Is that your advice?" Yes." I don't know." Think about it." Thanks for listening. I love you." I love you too..." she said in a weak voice as the line went dead.I went to bed thinking that Marcie had been no help, but when I woke up I decided she was right. Before I did 'this thing' I would tell Shirley my plan.Patricia Coffee, or Patti as she preferred to be called, picked me up on Thursday morning and took me to the proposed building site. We walked the. Mit trockenen Mund kniete ich also da und dachte, dass ich besser etwas vorher getrunken h?tte, aber die Zeit war auch knapp. Rief er an, hatte ich f?nf Minuten und sicher w?rde er herausfinden, wenn ich zu lange brauche, wenn ich tr?dele, ich konnte ihn irgendwie nicht bel?gen. Und so kniete ich auf dem rauen Boden, den alten Boden, schon verlegt, als das Studentenwohnheim gebaut war und mit einer fast drahtigen Oberfl?che. Zum Gl?ck reichten die Stiefel ?ber die Knie, so dass das Knien keine. Marcia was checking her shape in the bedroom mirror, snapping a black stocking to her garter belt, then smiling into the reflection with satisfaction as she added a little more red lipstick when she heard Troy arrive. She’d not expected him home this early, and grinned as she guessed on a probable reason for his arrival. She adjusted the black pencil skirt she’d chosen to wear, stepped into her stilettos, and lifted her nose at the mirror as she passed it; she would be as matriarchal with him. ‘You turn over now?’ she asked. I was waiting for this bit; it meant I could pump even more blood into my cock after it had been restrained underneath me for the past half an hour. There was a few moments of her massaging my front side when she spoke in broken English ‘You like happy ending?, £50 more’, thinking that it was just going to be a hand job I nodded, but I was wrong, she stood back, took off her top and her bra, oh my god!, her tits were at least double D’s. She then took off her.