For someone to TELL her what they would do, and then do it without herbeing able to resist. The next night shelogged on, and typed a message. She sat ...or ages looking at what she hadwritten, not pressing the enter key. What would happen if she sent the? message??All she had to do,was press that key, and it would appear on screen, and on the screen of everyonelogged on. Then everyone would know. What if it wassomeone she 'KNEW'?? For what seemed alifetime, the message sat in front of her, the. With that we both crashed down onto the bed. As we laid there next to one another, I reached down and taking hold of Darren's cock, began to jerk it while he reached down and put his fingers in my cunt and began to finger fuck me hard. We kissed for a while longer as we drove each other into a frenzy of lust when finally Darren moved his hand back up, took hold of my hair and forced my head down to his cock. "Suck my cock you fuckin' whore" he demanded and I re-arranged myself so that I could. The door wasn't locked and he went in-- and the first thing he saw right there in the middle of the fucking floor was a pair of sexy bikini panties!Must be my lucky day, he thought, grinning.He bent over and picked them up and frowned.Had she pissed in her panties?Her panties were soaking wet. But it didn't feel like piss. The stuff was thicker and creamier and--holy shit!Holding them up to his face, Clay sniffed.It was fucking cunt juice! That sexy little piece of ass must have creamed in her. . Good night to you all!”Running towards us was Phyllis, the birthday girl’s Mom, asking, “Can you please go on for another hour?”“Our contract was for two hours, Ms. Jefferson. We could go on at $300 per hour, but we need to be paid for our contract first?”“So, this is all about money, young man?” she was quick to remark with her hands on her hips.“No, Ma’am! This is business and I have nine people to pay. Your husband works for a paycheck, so you can hire people to play music for your.