She was wearing a tight pink top with a little skirt and knee high pink stockings. Mistress Ambyr invited her in and hugged her, and then she took her...to her bedroom.She pulled her top off and undid her satiny bra, here tiny nipples were pointy and hard, so cute, Mistress Ambyr couldn't wait to bite and twist them. She took off her skirt and saw the black satin panties underneath, it formed to her tight little ass perfectly, and she let her keep her stockings on and told her to get on her. You are staring at me, seemingly stunned. I am paralyzed – like a deer in the headlights. In the kind of slow motion you only see in movies, we draw closer to one another. The unmistakable recognition of shared passion passes between us, palpable and magnetic. Our mouths meet as if they are made to be together. Our tongues dance. Our hands explore. Your low groan as my hands grab your ass is so incredibly enticing. Every nerve ending is alive. ‘We can’t do this,’ you say, pulling away slightly.. The sorry excuse for an air conditioner, was sending a weak breeze, that seeped from the slots on top of the droning beast. It was not any cooler than the air hanging motionless in the room. One small consolation crossed her mind, at least the beast was rendering air that moved. The latch on the window had refused to yield to her efforts to unfasten it.Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room, ten floors off the ground, sentenced to die a slow death by melting.The exertion of yanking at the. She said, "Is she old enough for you?" Yes, but she is in a world of hurt. Divorced; Disaster for her house; No job because of the hurricane, and probably no school for her child to attend." I'll bet my hero man rescued a pretty damsel in distress. Didn't you do that for me?" Now, let's see. You are beautiful. You have young guys panting around you all the time. You volunteered your services for a worthy cause. Somehow, I didn't think you needed rescuing. Don't you think that more young studs.