"Uh, Pampered Princess Day Spa?" said Valerie as they stepped in. "Suite 321" Oh-ho! Lucky ladies indeed! Pampered Princesses to the 32nd floor!" he e...claimed and punched the button.They started up."So, it's a nice place?" asked Tracey."Well, I'll say this: I've never seem a lady leave without a big smile on her face!" he said with a wink.They arrived on the 32nd floor and the old man held the door open and bowed with a flourish."Prepare to be pampered, princesses," he declared."God, he was. “What in the world is going on there?” asked her obviously curious and somewhat distraught mother. “What was that man talking about?”“We’re ... um ... renovating the house. I’m going to start a child care center here.”“What?” asked her mother. “You’re going to tend other people’s brats?”Renee felt the heat of anger surge through her. Her parents were a constant source of angst in her life.“I’m going to use my education to earn a living, Mother,” she said, trying to keep the anger out of her. When she was finished, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, showing off her dark pretty shaved pussy. I stopped to take a picture of the erotic sight, and she raised her knees up near her head, demonstrating her flexibility. Setting the camera aside, I opened my cabinet, looking for handcuffs (although I seemed to have replaced them). G became intrigued by my collection of warming lubes.Changing my plan to reflect her newer interest, I put on some music and then placed myself between. When we got to my door, she couldn't keep her hands off me. She rubbed her hand on my crotch and on my chest, softly kissing my cheek. I opened the door and walked inside, Emma following me. The second I closed the door, she lunged in and threw her hands around me, forcing her tongue into my open mouth. I reached down and squeezed her ass cheeks as our tongues carressed one another. We broke apart and she began to walk towards my couch. She bent over and lifted her dress just slightly, allowing.