On my hands I wore light pink opera gloves with dark purple fighting gloves. For footwear I opted to stick with my light pink ballet slippers. It migh... seem like an odd choice but I have spent so much time wearing them that I am more comfortable with them than a bra. To further accent the outfit, I added a flirty pink short skirt and a flowing scarf. The final touch was a dark purple domino mask and a different hair style. Usually I keep my hair up in a bun but when I go out to fight crime, I. I somehow made it into the living room were Celle had been sitting watching T.V. She wasn’t wearing anything special but some sweats and a T-shirt. She didn’t say much, almost to ignore my presence so I decided to sit on the other couch and start some small talk. After trying to talk to her she wasn’t really responding much and didn’t really look interested to spark up a conversation. I began to feel that maybe she had changed her mind about things and didn’t want to take things any. I had waited for this moment for so long that I just wanted to worship that cock and suck on it forever. To my surprise Bud moved my head from his cock and he just buried his head in my lap. He took my entire shaft at once and started to bob up and down, caressing my cock with his lips on each stroke. I was panting pretty heavily when I felt his fingers lightly stroke my ass. I was on fire for him. He wet his fingers and entered my ass with a quick thrust. It was one of those “hurt so good”. Zahoor got to the airport and started to call home. He wanted to let them know that due to the weather his appointments had been cancelled and he would be home early. Just as his bags appeared he reached for his cell phone. He looked and the battery was dead. “Damn, just my luck. I guess I’ll just catch a cab.”Zahoor finally found a cab to take him home. It was after 11 pm when he reached the house. Not seeing any lights on he unlocked the door and walked inside. He heard the TV on so he put.