I don’t even know who I am anymore.He was starting to get impatient, and considered trying her cell again, but before he had a chance to fish his ow... phone out of his gym bag, he heard the rattle of keys in the foyer below. This is it.“Steven? Are you home?!” she yelled out impatiently, and he could hear her straining to get through the door. She sounded like she was carrying something large; her voice was slightly muffled. “Steven? Why the hell is our duvet out on the ground? What the fuck is. John took her hand, rubbing his thumb over the palm as his other hand pulled her head toward him so he could kiss her. As his lips touched hers, he nipped her bottom lip and then ran his tongue over it. Jazzy parted her lips slightly, just enough for him to push his tongue inside. As their tongues tangled, John deepened the kiss. By this time, he had released her hand and was using that same hand to slowly slip the buttons of her blouse out of the buttonholes.Opening the first four buttons, he. His name was Lance Summers, thirty years old. He was very good at his work and very highly paid. He owned his high-rise and lived on the top floor alone like Frankie. He was very different in looks, brown curly hair down his back and bright blue eyes and was very hairy all over. His handsome manly squared face wore a neatly trimmed bread as well as a mustache. His chest, arms and legs were covered in brown fur. He stood six feet five inches and was a gym rat, big veiny muscles all over his. . I call him again "Deon!!" "Diana its not what you think.." I cut him off" what the fuck you mean its not what you think!?" he stands up with his dick in his hand rock hard"Shan tie her up" shan does as she's told "Deon what the fuck are you doing" as shan is handcuffing me to the bed deon strokes his hard dick behind shan and slowly slides into her. as he slowly pumping into her we all pause at the knock on the door."HELP!! HELPP!!" I began to yell. the door opens with a quickiness and I see.