Maybe it was because we came from a small town and there weren't that many available singles. Maybe she was just territorial, who knew. While I had ne...er had any shortage of available women to date, I'd also never had a line of hot girls beating down my door to get to me either. Stacy on the other hand was really hot in that sneaky, girl next door kind of way. Okay, Girl next door if you live next to the Playboy mansion. She had long thick brown hair, and huge blue eyes. Boobs that weren't big. I was wearing a pink v-neck dress, why it showed of my tits perfectly and also it gave the guy who’s name was Bruce, the chance to easily grab a feel while I wanked him. Bruce came in and took all his clothes off leaving just his pants on; he then lay down on my sofa whilst I set up the recorder. Once we were set and read I hit record and walked over to him. I got on my knees and started rubbing his left thigh its nice to see you again I sighed smiling at Bruce, great to see you to baby Bruce. She often wondered why men who were in an obvious position of tactical advantage felt the need to waffle on and waste precious seconds when, as in this case, Allan Woking could have simply shot Christina, which was his original plan: ‘Fuck the bitches then shoot them!’Christina was trained in urban combat warfare and she used Jennifer’s body to shield herself from a kill shot. The Intern was no threat, he had curled up like a ball in the corner, sniffling and whining as soon as the scuffle. It seemed like the more I did to please his feet, the more he expected from me. His other foot received the same treatment. "I've never been so turned on like I am now. You have a magical tongue. Good job. Now I want that tongue to massage my soles, come on. Let's try that too," he ordered. "I do want it, but I want to hear you say that you want it too so ask me if you can lick my feet." My will power seeming to have vanished, I meekly asked, “Joe, I want to lick your feet. Would you please.