While there I met a guy named Franciss who had been incarcerated and had been released a week b4 me. We met, talked and started hanging out together, ...ob searching, apt hunting etc. In our time together we found out that we both like crack and he knew several people who sold it. We both had applied for work and school and both ended up with cash left after our bills were paid. I asked him to call one of his dealer buddies so I could score some high quality crack, and if he knew any women who. I was to be freshly showered and my ass clean. He wanted me to wear a bra, panties, thigh-high stockings and heels, under a robe. The bedroom was to be prepared, with all my toys laid out for his use, the red candle lit so the hot wax would be ready, the bed covered with a sheet to protect the quilt from the wax. I was to have a cold vodka and cranberry juice waiting for him. I was to have the leather cuffs already on my wrists and ankles. He wanted me to be able to remove my panties quickly. If people only knew that beneath our dresses, neither of us is wearing panties, we are both shaved, and we are headed upstairs to get busy. Once in the elevator, I lean back against the wall to steady myself. My head is spinning a little from the alcohol. I close my eyes for a moment. Suddenly I feel her in front of me. I can smell her pussy, know that she is aroused. I open my eyes just as she leans in and kisses me. She presses her soft body against mine, and cups my breast with her. It wasn’t long before you were crushed up against his chest, his hand cupping your chin to find your lips in the half-light. It does not surprise you how quickly it escalates. What does surprise you is how tender his touch is as he drags your sleeve down your shoulder to press a kiss against your skin, not with hunger but with reverence. Your head falls back against the shelf and you are grateful to be pinned between him and the sturdy weight of Olin when your knees threaten to give out. He.