“Who is it”? A voice answers.“It's Matt”“Ahh kewl dawg—come on in”.As I unzip the flap and step in, then turning to zip it back up, turn...ng back around, Andre's shinny black ass is almost in my face. Sweat is pouring from his face, down his back and ass, even the back sides of his thighs. And he is all up in Johnny's ass ! “Damm” I think—again ?. “Fuck, homie—that shit that good” ?“Oh damm bro—I ain't had pussy that was this good”, as Andre continues the onslaught of Johnny's ass. As Dustin had. He stood straight, backing her against the wall. ‘Have you lost your fucking mind? Like, are you fucking serious? You know what, maybe you and Dimitri have issues or whatever, but that doesn’t give you the right to fucking hit ME. All i try to fucking do is be your friend and this how you treat me? If this is the way you treat friends I can only fucking imagine how you treat him! Maybe he’s the fucking crazy one! Because you’d have to be to be all bent out of shape over a psycho bitch like. "I meant what I said; the lingerie, corset,dress, heels, jewels, salon, and that fabulous fur... I adore everystitch, strand, and pelt ? and adore you for treating me like agoddess." I'm glad you are enjoying it," I asserted. "You wear it all so well."Under the table, she casually stroked the inside of my leg with hersandal-clad foot."Speaking of which," she smirked, "I am going quietly crazy thinking ofyou sitting there in lingerie, corset, and stockings ? just for me. Yourbig, beautiful. Now, onto the physical exam,” he said, clinically. He had her hold her arms out from her body, parallel to the floor. Taking time to probe and feel every part of her arms, he found nothing amiss. As he slid his hands down her rib cage, Emily Rose shivered again. There was something so naughty about standing in front of this man without a stitch of clothing on her body, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any more personal, Dr. Johnson cupped her left breast in his large hand. “Uh.