“Come closer.”Steffie approached and stood right in front of Clark. He shuddered with excitement as Clark ran a hand up and down the side of his n...ghtie, then along his slim, shaved, nylon clad legs.“Nice material. I like the way it feels,” said Clark.“I love to wear satin and nylon,” confessed Steffie. “I’m glad you like it.”“Okay. You have to let me get some pictures and videos now,” said Clark, pulling his phone out. “Walk for me,” he commanded.Steffie shrugged inwardly, telling himself. "Oh, I was supposed to give this to you." He handed me a gym bag. "Dad said I was to give you one of the *small* bottles of champagne for helping out in the serving line. I snagged a magnum for you, instead." He was really grinning, now."Thanks, Danny." Sometimes my brother could be all right.The wedding went without a hitch. The groom and his groomsmen (myself included) all looked dashing in their tails. The bride in white, her bridesmaids in backless dresses looked very sexy and beautiful. PJ. This was better than ever before! I never felt such way! God, this was a real blow-job! She would bring me to a near orgasm, but then interrupt every time to give me the chance to calm down. She kept bringing me closer and closer to ejaculation for close to an hour, but she never let me come. Whenever we stopped, we took another drink of Mallorquin wine. My lust was growing and driving me wild. Finally, she knelt for me on the bed and told me to fuck her from behind. I might have been drunk on. "Dre, Detective Johnson, could I talk to you in the hallway?" asked Joe. "Margie..." Don't say anything, okay?" Dre told her. She nodded. The pug nosed Irish detective scowled. Dre showed him half a smile."Take notes Jimmy," ordered Johnson. Finnegan mumbled. Johnson shook his head as he exited over the body."J the PI told me he talked to you," said Joe to Johnson, a heavyset African American in his early thirties a head shorter than Joe."Yeah. After the fiasco at the Belacourt's, we thought.