” By God, she is tall. She towered over him, though he took some uneasy comfort in the fact that, today, she had on a vicious pair of heels. Her lip... parted invitingly as a haughty spark of mischief lit her eyes. She paused. Let him look at me for a moment. He'll think of this when he's in bed with his old, fat wife. “Well, someone has to take care of my poor baby,” She clasped her hands behind her and arched her back, looking down at John and then sideways at the doctor, “don't you think I'm. I'll be waiting to pick you up. You better have done all the above or your time here will be more pain than pleasure. Looking forward to seeing you my Princess. Love, your Queen." I put everything away in my room and head back out to my local mall where I can find the things I need. I start at Bath and Body for some fruity smelling bath soaps and lotions. From there I find my way to a beautician store where some blonde wigs catch my eye. I finally settle on a long blonde wig that stops just. I slipped out of the closet and knelt before her. She removed her fingers long enough for me to insert my tongue. I pulled her lips into my mouth and ran my tongue around her clit. As I did this I slipped one finger into her wetness. I worked it in and out several times then removed it completely and slowly inserted it into her bum. At first she was a surprised but soon she was pushing back against me trying to get every inch of my digit into herself. I had not been between her legs for very. I'm twenty-two. I have buzzed auburn hair with a matching length beard. My body hair is what I call 'balanced' in quantity and texture, all kept at the same length; my chest hair flows from my pecs down my chiseled eight-pack in a thick 'T' shape, narrowing at my waistline, trickling into a treasure trail, then pooling into a well-groomed pubic region. My legs are 'balanced', as well as thick as tree trunks from working out. I've got a rare light grey eye color. I'm not tall; I measure at five.