The door closed behind the girl.Jasmine licked a small piece of blood from her lips, "I liked her," she said, "such a sweet young girl, I haven't tast...d such a one since — Singapore in 1920." She lost herself in the memory for a few moments and then drew herself back to the present day.She made up her mind, the sun had set and twilight was deepening. "John!" she said, "I'm going out on the town tonight!" The smile on her face was predatory.Even at night the city was alive, Jasmine could feel. ” She did. He moved down an inch, “again” she did, he moved down further so that he was right next to the nipple. Again she took a breath; he moved to the other side and did the same, this time he was holding the scope with his left hand, no glove. His hand kept on brushing her nipple accidentally many times. When he couldn’t pretend to be listening any longer, “if you’d flip over please.” She did. Now he was presented with a perfect ass, full and firm. He wanted to smack it and slip inside. Their sweet skin, the taste of their bodies while I made them wail -Granted, there was also the terror that they’d show up with a bun in the oven. But perhaps I was too far gone already. I didn’t bother to jack off even though my balls were so swollen they felt the size of grapefruits.Instead, I was enjoying the brief surge of heat and sitting by the pool of a local apartment complex. No, not mine - you’d be surprised how much better it is to pretend to live somewhere else and use their. I suspect Kristine knew this, too. I was very much under her spell.After dinner, there were drinks in the lounge. I was talking to a couple of other colleagues when Kristine came and sat in a big leather chair just across from me. She sipped her drink and looked at me, nodded, but said nothing. Instead, she leaned back, caressed her fishnet clad thighs, and crossed her legs, and dangled her shoe from her left foot. Oh, those cute feet of hers. She remained silent, listened to the conversation,.