There was parking for 20 vehicles, but only four of the spaces were then in use.“Good grief!” Tina exclaimed, “what is this?”“It’s a garag..., turkey!” Kris replied disdainfully. “What the hell does it look like?”Neither girl replied. They just looked around with their eyes wide.We went straight up to the apartment in my private elevator car. Like Kris before them, they were dazzled with the whole thing, and even more dazzled by the apartment when we showed them around. We finished at the suite. The real problem was a minor prejudice against construction workers that came from casual stories at the dinner table about irresponsible people in the construction field. Her father was an inspector for the city, and saw all of the mistakes, shortcuts, and scams pulled in the construction field. He’d talk about folks who worked in the morning to earn enough money to drink beer all afternoon. As far as she could tell, the only one preventing complete construction disaster was her father. That. Claire told me she had never been fucked in the ass, but would love to try it. My precum had lubricated her anal area some, but she reached into the vanity and got a jar of Vaseline. She took a generous amount and rubbed it on her ass. She then bent over as far as she could go, and I guided my cock into her asshole. Lord, it was so tight, and she was squirming from the pain, but finally I was in two inches, then pushed some more, and then Claire shoved hard against my cock and it was buried in. Fun, funky, whatever.” “So wearing these would like, turn me into Britney Spears or something? Some kind of pop star hottie? Is that the fantasy?” She felt embarrassed putting it that way, but perhaps a bit excited too. “These pants would add to my hotness? Or am I just boring you, dressing my age and not being ‘funky’ enough?” “You’re forgetting Britney’s older than you are,“ he chided. “C’mon. You know you’re a hot woman. You’re definitely a doll in my book. And ah, I’d like to see you in.