’ ‘Oh yeah? Moldavia?’ ‘How did you know that?’ ‘I know her sister. She has a daughter in Billy’s class. Wow, small world, isn’t it?�... Laurie smiled sweetly and waved down the driveway. ‘Her sister is built like a Russian tank,’ she added. ‘Fat?’ ‘Solid. Five feet tall, two hundred pounds at least.’ ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘she’s cut out of the same mould.’ ‘I thought you said she was beautiful.’ Laurie was giving him a very strange look. He decided he’d better keep his mouth shut. They spent the rest. “Welcome.” She didn’t budge from behind the counter as earlier, but she didn’t need to. Laura was going to enter anyway. She walked up to the counter, and then Julia gestured to her. “This way madame,” she said. She took her to another room, one that was adjacent to the massage room. It was a plain old ante room that had a painting by the Rococo painter Antoine Watteau on one wall. Or at least it was in his style, with gentle, graceful colors, and lots of thinly spread paint that gave a feeling. He groaned a little and I dropped to my knees and undid the draw string from his pants and they dropped to the floor. His jock strap and cup stared me in the face. I reached in and removed his cup and then sniffed it. The smell was horrid but I could not get enough. I removed his jock strap and it was wet with sweat and grime. They plopped as I dropped them to the floor. I then took his cock in my mouth and sucked it slowly. He moaned and pushed my head further down on his shaft. He leaned over. “I’m horny and I want it now,” I said looking straight in his eyes. “I understand… but wait, let’s go to home,” He offered to fuck me in my bed or may be his. “I want to suck you now,” I said and with my efforts and him loosing control over his slutty daughter, I succeeded in pulling down his pants to his knees. Now while I was undoing all the buttons of my shirt and then took it off, he didn’t even try to pull up his pants. He was just staring at my nice 32B size tits. I slipped my hands in.