I hear the handle turn and I think of running away but then he's standing in front of me, looking at me with eyes full of lust and naughtiness, eyes s...ying that he could take me then and there. He stands there holding the door open but I don't move and my feet seem frozen to the floor. "Angie, don't make me wait for you," his sexy but demanding voice instructs. I start to move and walk through the doorway, lowering my head down so as to not look at him. I don't notice his arm reaching out to. A minute later Darcy opened the door wearing nothing at all.“Hi Marcy, come on in.”“I thought you we’re at gymnastics practice?”“I was but it was canceled. So, do you want to meet my lover? He is so good and has a big cock.”“Yes I think so, are you sure about this? You won’t get jealous would you?”“Hell no, I won’t get jealous. Are you ready to meet him?”“Ok, good, yes, I guess so,” I said. Darcy took my hand and lead me to the backroom bedroom. There stood a naked man with a mask over his. She was relaxed and calm, defiant."How old are you, where do you live?" She looked at him, shaking her head. With that big towel wrapped around her head, her shoulders looked impossibly slight and were peppered with about a dozen freckles."Can I use your brush?" she asked, hopping down from his kitchen counter and removing the towel. "You got a hair brush? Huh?" He did, he went and got it, watched her quickly run it through her hair. She quickly had it tied back in a pony tail. "Anything you. ? Snel en iets stiller, bijna tegen zichzelf, voegde ze er nog aan toe :?met het slipje geeft ze natuurlijk ook het voorrecht af om ?vrouw? genoemd te worden , en blijft er enkel een sliploos sletje over.?Met luidere stem vervolgde ze :?Een andere reden dat je hier staat , is natuurlijk omdat je al lang op mijn verlanglijstje voor men collectie staat ; al van het eerste feestje waar Geert je aan me voorstelde.Toen zag ik al in je ogen en aan je houding dat je een geil onderdanig ding was. En.