"I like when you talk dirty to me," she said and added, "I want you, you to call me your little slut," she blurted out as I tugged on her hair. I laug...ed to myself as she offered up these unsolicited confessions. She laughed as she felt me tug a little harder as she spoke."My little slut hunh? What else?" I asked as I hoped for more lurid details."I like how your cock feels in my mouth," she replied and looked over her shoulder for my reaction. I smiled at her and winked. My thumb moved up and. Her hips sway as she drags her hands up her body, pulling slightly at the material of her toga. Her bare feet step delicately in the rhythm of the music as she rolls her body like a snake seducing her prey. Her hateful gaze is locked onto the emperor; she wishes it alone could bore holes into his skull.Constantine feels his blood begin to rush. The temptress is mere feet from his grasp, and yet something about her performance makes him unable to interrupt her. The song ends, and instantly,. She soon had me hard and I tried to conceal my orgasm as Cindi filled me in on her dayAfter Cindi hung up my phone made a chirp“What’s that?” Sandy asked“After we talk on the phone Cindi always sends me a snap” I replied“let me see”I showed her. Cindi always sends me a shot of her boob or her butt to keep my interest“Oh she is hot” Sandy remarked. “Maybe she’d like to join us”I definitely wasn’t going to tell Cindi about Sandy so I kind of muttered a response“Yeah she looks like a great tasting. I sat in my recliner, and I looked over at her empty chair. I pictured her there laughing at the absurdity of a TV show. I could smell the Sand and Sable perfume she loved. A grin almost cracked my face. The kids always called it Sand of the Stable and it was her annual gift from both of them as they grew up. A distant part of me noted it was the first time I'd thought of Ginny and didn't want to cry. Oh precious Lord, I miss her so, she made life fun!I don't want to sound metaphysical, I don't.