I looked and looked, places were either too expensive, or i didn’t like the people i’d have to live with, so i was getting really nervous. call lu...as, clare said as she packed the last of her stuff, lukas?! i asked, pouting, he makes me a little nervous, i told clare. i know, she said, he’s a little weird but he’s nice and i hear he lives in a big, fancy house all by himself, i guess his dad is some big shot lawyer in germany. shit! shit! shit! i said. til you find another place silly! clare. Dustin sat on the bed as Monica stood in front of him."I have missed you Dusty. Alma had something come up, and she wont be home until late. But don't worry, I will keep you company. I'll take good care of you." Monica said with a wicked grin. Dustin again couldn't say a word as the young Latina beauty stood in front of him and began to remove her clothing. Monica pulled her baby blue shirt over her head and Dustin was immediately greeted by her dark 34b tits with their eternally hard nipples.. Weed for a week? Check - no sense running short. Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double check. I'm good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and a pair of used Desert Storm combat boots wrapped up in a vintage M-60 government-issued field jacket. Standing before the full-length mirror, I repositioned the contraband eagle feather in the hatband of my brown fedora and gulped. ...and walk you backwards towards the bed. I sit you down, and straddle you, kissing you gently, nibbling lightly on your lip, moving round to your neck, you feel me biting gently in between kisses, softly whispering in your ear "I'm going to make you cum hard for me, but only if you're a good boy."I remove your blindfold, and for the first time in candlelight you see me standing there, wearing a short skirt with stockings up to my thighs, and as you look up my body, you notice the black.