She collects them in her hand and spreads them over his dick and looks me squarely in the face."Your turn," she says matter-of-fact, still working the...cock in her hand. For a brief second I contemplate whether she means it's my turn to receive or my turn to give.The ping of the lift signals my floor. I tell her, "Another time, perhaps," and back out of the elevator cab as she sighs her disappointment. The last thing I see of them is her full lips enveloping his cock-head as the lift doors. She feels it,Proud and erect,Rubbing it, grinding it,With the back her hand,She wants it, she needs it,And excitement courses within,Working it with fingers deep,Where the river of rain seek.She is excited,She can no longer fight it,She loses herself to it,She….…The searching beams of headlights rolled across the lawn, bleeding light into the darkness and scaring the shadows towards the corners of the trimmed, well maintained rectangular garden. She watched as the beams stretch out and roll. And you can still cut deals with your Johns. That's not a problem. What's it going to be?" We're not..." Judith started to say they were neither call girls, nor dancers, but Janice interrupted her."We have a question," said Janice."Well hurry up and ask it," said Tammy, who had pulled a hanger off the rack and arranged the leopard costume onto it. It had a hood that covered the face, with eye holes in it. The rest of the costume looked like it would cover the whole body. A long tail hung down. It’s me or nothing, I’m afraid.” “You’re going to need a shit load of lube, then.” The bed was covered in cum stains and smelt like unwashed bodies. But I didn’t care as I have fucked in worse. In a rush I threw off my clothes as if they were burning. I then jumped on the sticky bed and waited for my Rosie, who counted my coins. She was the only black woman I had ever seen. I have no idea how the fuck she got here. All I know is that she makes me stiffer than a Viagra test dummy. Feeling the.