A strapless black Nordstrom top and Chanel Denim jeans with a pair of TNA Bowed black Pumps. Shyla and Jovanne finally caught up and ran up to me as t...ey were still in the same clothes before but washed up. "Ready for the mall?" Jovanne grinned and I nodded, reaching into my double locker and pulled out my Chateau diamond gem purse and swung it over my shoulder, pulling out my I Pod touch and my I Phone. Shutting the locker, they followed me through the busy halls and we walked past Josiah,. A pair of super-short, skin-tight shorts leaves her firm, bubble-butt and obviously panty-free pussy in plain view. The African man cannot help but feel a stirring in his pants as his eyes come across the womans stomach, only to find a large tattoo hovering between her clean-shaven pussy and navel. Shaped like the lesbian symbol, it is bright pink with black trimming, making it obvious to all that she is not interested in men. The young lesbian soon reaches Obasi, pulling him from his ogling. I moan in his ear as he says, "Cum for me, over my fingers you slut!" I can't hold back when he says that, it's such a turn on for me. I hold back the scream that wants to escape and just moan in his ear. I end up gripping him tightly and then just falling on him so we end up laying on the floor, me on top of him, breathing hard. We kiss passionately then I stand up. I see his boxers on the floor so I decide to be cheeky and grab them so I can wipe his cum from my body. I throw them at him, get. "Marcus's eyes, already wide, slowly moved from his guest to the unopened envelope he had placed on the blotter. "Yes, I know who is in the envelope, Mr. Stanton." The hit man straightened back up. "It's my job to know these things. Like how you moved the manuscript from your vault to this room. Is it in a safe? I didn't see it on any of the shelves." Marcus's negotiation tactics were long forgotten as he licked his lips, eyes cutting briefly to a humidor in the corner, and back to the suited.