ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS TRYING MY NEW TOY OUT AND HOW HARD I WAS GOING TO CUM. I COULDN’T WAIT TO TEAR THE BOX OPEN AND PLUG MY MASSAGER IN AND ...O TO TOWN ON MYSELF! I WAS SO TURNED ON KNOWING THAT THE 30 SOMETHING YEAR OLD CASHIER MAY BE THINKING ABOUT ME ABOUT TO MASTURBATE. I FINALLY GOT HOME TO MY SMALL APARTMENT AND I WAS READY. I LAYED DOWN ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR AND QUICKLY PULLED OUT THE MASSAGER. I PLUGED IT IN, TURNED IT ON TO THE LOW SETTING AND PRESSED IT AGAINST MY CLIT. I MOANED. I told her that for each sexual pleasures of about an hour of whatever I want I would reduce the payment according to my satisfaction. She hated the thought that I was on the upper hand and that she know if the payment was not made shortly, we will be removing parts of the home in return. Being the Asian whore she was, she cared more about money than her own dignity and agreed to my proposal. That night while her husband sleeps, she let me into the house and into the guest area. In that room, I. Pinching both, she then pulled them roughly, causing me to yelp then whimper. I noticed the Ivy now stretched to my breasts. Curling around my nipples. Then, it coiled, squeezing my chest painfully.Testing the plant, I tried once more to pull away. But it only rewarded me with a tighter grip. My mouth hung open as I panted. Ferah’s hand found my tongue and stroked her, some sweet flavor clinging to her digits. Her fingers lingered for a moment more before she stepped away, leaving only the ivy. There was a glass of white wine in danger of spilling the contents on the vinyl floor in her heavily ringed hand, the other hand steadying her, stiff at 45 degrees from her shoulder.I could see her state as I approached her to shake her offered hand.“Looks like a good do,” I suggested, her gnarled tanned hand squeezing mine firmly. There was an adjustment in her stance without letting go of the worktop edge. “ How do you do, I’m Del Hants, Mrs Passendale I believe?”I studied her as she replied.