It had to be Kyle. She could have continued masturbating and brought herself off but she wanted Kyle. There was no substitute. Preparation ‘5:00’,...… ‘6:00’ She felt like getting up but knew it would be just as bad , if not worse, sitting up and waiting for him to ring the doorbell. ‘7:00’ … ‘7:47’ She heard her mother moving around. She got up, took off her pajamas and wandered naked and absent-minded to the bathroom. She showered and dried off, doing her best to get her hair under control. She. I allowed him to get a good look at the images which even I found disturbing.His eyes danced in terror, when I returned to sit down across from him. I began with, "Is it Mr. Woo, or is there a better way to address you?" I asked the man we had nicknamed Fang, since he would't speak to anyone."Mr. Woo, I get that you are a bad ass Chinese thug. One who would kill me with no remorse, yeah I get all that. I get that you would die rather than betray your family and the Tong. What I don't know is. He pushed in slowly putting his hand around and wanking my cock. His thrusts were slow, yet feeling that length going right up inside me was absolutely thrilling. My hole was filled, his cock was slowly massaging my prostate and I was being fucked to the highest heaven of sexual depravity. Every few thrusts he would twitch his cock and I could feel it all those inches up inside me. He kept fucking me ever so slowly and the passion was immense. I was beginning to curse and swear and eventually. "Because I'm afraid I may not take it off." I replied."I don't think that's a bad idea. I think you need some measurementstaken anyway." She replied."O.K. maybe my bra will then fit right." I said.I took the outfit to the changing room and the saleslady went off tothe underwear area. I entered the change room and stripped. Sheentered a minute later. She was very professional and measured me,then declared, "you're a 36C cup, and growing fast!" she handed me abra and bikini pants, "the panties.