She was beautiful. I mean really, really beautiful, like no one I've ever seen." What were you doing when you saw her?" asked Ken, knowing full well w...at had happened."Looking in the mirror," said Joan, blushing a bit."Well, there's your answer," replied Ken."What?" The beautiful woman. Must have been you," he smiled."Master, you're such a flatterer," said Jane, guiding Joan to the bed."That's not what I meant," began the woman as Jane lay her down. "I don't even have red hair, ohhhh..."Jane's. Undressed, he started from the back, licking my ass and really making me squirm and moan. I was so aroused I had all but forgotten about the tea and I was luxuriating in the feel of his soft tongue licking my butthole. I was working my ass on his face and he started licking my pussy from behind, lapping my free flowing juices. Almost imperceptibly, I heard him say, “What the hell,” and he flipped me over on my back and pulled my pussy to his mouth and made a feast of me. I was out of. Her eyes lit up. “DDR! Wait a minute… Are you that guy who does it with celebrities? I thought that message was a joke!” “What message? Who told you?” I asked. “Christina Millian did. She left me a message a few days ago.” Jojo stopped. She looked at me, smiling. “Well, I’m sorry… You are cute… and you look pretty buff and everything, but… How do I know you really are DDR?” The elevator door opened to the eighth floor. I picked up her luggage. We began to walk down the hallway. My boner was. Something's missing," said Allen."What?" I asked, studying myself in the mirror. I was well put-together, not a hair out of place. The only thing missing were my panties, which Allen forbid me to wear. He likes me to be free down there so he can play with me on the way to and from our dates."I'll be right back," said Allen. He slipped into the bedroom and came back a moment later with a short pink wig. "What's that?" I asked. "I mean...I know it's a wig but..." Put it on." said Allen."Sweetie,.