On one occasion She sees a big gob of spunk welling up through the front of my wank-trousers and threatening to drop on the floor, and She says “min... my carpet!” Fortunately I had one of Her new pics underneath and I was able to catch the spunk with that – staining it in the process in front of Her!She seems happy to then get rid of me quickly, helping to cram everything back into my case – which She always opens and looks into when I arrive – and show me the door. I guess a lot of the time. There are lots of women on the circuit and many are lesbians, but she is not one of them, believe me.” The next morning Armand drove me across town to meet Justine, at her apartment. She was definitely different from Genevieve. Justine was my height, with long dark hair, and brown eyes. Her upper body was well toned and more developed than Genevieve. She wore tennis shorts when we arrived and you could tell that her legs were those of a female athlete. Armand had basically set up sex dates for. "Vixen lifted her chin and cuddled closer to Brad, holding his arm with both hands, her book bag slung on one shoulder. Mike trotted over, and got between the couple and the old car wearing several college decals."I don' like being turned down," he said loudly, fists on hips.Vixen fished out her Blackberry and looked at him. "What's your name again?" she asked calmly as Brad kept his fear in check, well aware of the young man's frightening reputation. "I have to look at my appointments." Shit,". She determined to put her mind to weaving a convincing lie to put him off spanking her again, but somehow the tingly warmth down below wouldn’t let her think straight. Instead, she found herself stealthily moving her hand from the heat in her rear to that between her legs. Why was it so wet there? She began to flick gently at the button of flesh at the heart of her pink petals, as she had done so back in her bed at home on occasion, without knowing entirely what she was doing or what it.