Then back to my place, pop a champagne cork, sip from each other's glass. So romantic. Then to bed. And absolutely no fireworks. For either of us. S... that next Saturday, July sixth, I went to this really nice lingerie shop and start picking out hot outfits for me to wear, guaranteed to bring fireworks from my man, and a spectacular grand finale, too (I hoped). So I’m checking myself out in the store mirror, in a totally cute micro-miniskirt, red stocking, red garters, and matching red bra.. What was more interesting were the two television cameras I saw focused on the rear of the observation car. Brady had been doing his job, for once. I couldn't guess how many print reporters there might be in the crowd, but I hoped for at least a few. Barbara stepped up the microphone on the observation platform that was connected to four speakers mounted on the top of the passenger car. It really did feel like Truman, though I think he had eight speakers. Well, from humble beginnings.For 0900. I'll see you next Thursday.”She looked like a protest was forming on her lips but she clamped down on it and went to get her backpack. “You'll see me sooner than that... I'm texting you a photo, remember?” she apparently couldn't resist saying on her literal way out the door.I waited until it closed behind her before I laughed.–Twenty minutes later I was headed out the door myself when my phone buzzed. I raised an eyebrow as I opened the text from Blake and she was in bed wearing nothing but. Not that his brutality at all inhibited her response, she threw back her head and rode him harder and faster, her pussy clamping down hard on him as she fucked. Using all of his muscles, Henry wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up, feeling her sink completely onto his dick as her legs wrapped around him and held tight. With her bruised and sore tits pressed against his chest, he walked over to the wall with slow and careful steps, trying to concentrate as her pussy convulsed around.