I have my hot pink tight and very short mini skirt (no tights:-p) a matching hot pink diamanté belly top and my cream leather biker jacket. I can't w...it. If mum saw this she'd flip but I don't care. I want to be noticed tonight. Mum puts out dinner, gives me a hug and kiss and wishes me happy birthday before heading off for the weekend. I wolf down dinner and head for the shower. Everything has to be perfect so I scrub my tanned toned and curvy body using mums very expensive designer exfoliant. The bloke kept walking and we followed, we would have caught him up and had a chat except Nobby started wheezing because of the fags and that and Al said he had stitch and I didn't fancy it on my own as our dad said they carried daggers down their socks.So we followed 'Kuptar,' to his gaff the corner shop on the corner of Mafeking terrace and Ladysmith street and we went in, Mrs Kuptar was serving behind the high counter and she hid her copy of 'Playgirl,' or some such and switched her telly to. ." Let me down!" he squeaked charmingly, "why that's ridiculous. Don't even think about it at all--just remember this: the machine will do everything--you are just a bit of tinsel on the package!"With that parting shot, the technology magnate slapped her heartily on the knee and walked from the room with a bounce in his tiny step.A few minutes later a small bell rang over her dressing room mirror and thundering electrical bleeps began to assail her ears from hidden speakers in various positions. With a grunt he pushed his hips forward so that his stubby cock was 3 inches from my face, another grunt and a gob of thick cum hit my cheek, this was followed by further lumps of cum that oozed out of his cock and landed on my nice grey jacket and skirt where it clearly showed up dark grey.He pulled back and disappeared leaving Mr Perfect Cock more room to thrust himself forward. It was too easy to dip my head forward and take him in my mouth. Mmmm that taste of precum! I enjoyed that feeling.