Somebody had laid a stripy blanket overher.In an ideal world I would have lain still, listened to her whifflingbreaths and perhaps dozed off myself. I...felt warmed by the notion thatshe thought enough of me and had been worried enough to have stayedwith me. Despite only having met her a couple of days ago, indisturbing circumstances, I was pleased to see her.But this wasn't an ideal world. In this world one of my many achesstood out with strident, painful urgency - if I didn't get out of bedand. ”“Oh good.” I responded with a staged smile.Mia smiled at me in a demure way and extended her hand to shake hands with me.As I shifted in my seat to move, I asked Erica “Any special instructions?”“No, nothing.” Erica replied “Just show her a good time. She wants to work for me, but she doesn’t want to do sex, just talking and singing for customers. I’ll bet she has the sweetest little pussy. Lucky you.” Erica literally pushed the girl up to her feet “Off you go.” And then looking to me “Don’t. It was a cautious kiss, and towards the end, their tongues met briefly. Will tasted Cabernet, and her very own flavor, infinitely more intoxicating to him than the red wine.When they pulled apart after a few moments, she opened her eyes slowly and smiled."Hmmm. That was nice." Yes," Will agreed. "Very." Master of poetry, you are," she chuckled softly."Never claimed I was. Fiction, remember?"She kissed him in response, this time with decidedly more passion, and they sank back into the couch. “Taste it.” I heard her say. So I licked at my fingers and tasted something very sweet, with a spicy aftertaste that was, in a word, delicious. I took my fingers and held her pussy open myself. Her hands went back up her body and I lost sight as I got closer to her. I knew all the technical parts, having one myself, but no one ever expressed how beautiful pussy was, especially one engorged and excited as Chic’s was. It really was like a bright pink rose, with its petals open for me to.