‘Hi Brooke! Girlfriend let me tell you something you owe me big for this one,” Marisa said in her rapid fire speaking cadence. ‘What’s wrong?�...� a concerned Brooke asked. ‘Nothing now, but that asshole Willie made me give him a “Gojo” hand job before he would hook you up, what a freak,’ Marisa whispered, before muttering angrily in Spanish. After giving the counter man the car keys Marisa walked Brooke back to the front of the building. Brooke wanted to sit down and chit chat, but Marisa said. Elsie had moved from Tiny Slut’s shoulders and was now rubbing her clit to provide additional lubrication, sensing what was necessary for the long journey down my cock. Tiny Slut’s pussy was already stretching fantastically and her lips were providing the lubrication necessary. Belinda had attached herself to a nipple to further arouse Tiny Slut, who’s brow was furrowed in concentration at inserting more and more of my cock. At 6 inches, she was a 3rd of the way down, and I began to see a lump. Another shudder courses through me with excitement. Damp is not the word to describe my responds to you being here. Lowering your shirt down your arms, before taking it from your form, smoothing the material with my hands, as I take to the chair before returning to you, watching you follow the sound of my footsteps. I love this sense of power and control, to greet a man at the door, naked apart from a pair of heels, and you're not seeing any of it. I know it will be short lived, but the fact. They make the whole place look and smell romantic. Going back upstairs I put on some soft slushy love songs very quietly so that they are just in the background and I start to type up some old college notes just so that it looks like I’m busy working away when he comes in. When he comes home he follows the petals up to where I am, poking his head around the door to ask what I’m up to. When he sees me and what I am wearing he grins and I notice that already he is starting to get an erection..