Gretchen helped her down off the table, and guided her to the shower room. Once she had the controls adjusted, she moved Nina under one of the main he...ds, and helped her to get wet. After a moment, Gretchen reached for one of the shampoo dispensers, and lathered Nina's hair, then turned her away, and massaged the suds into her scalp, thoroughly cleaning her hair. Nina barely reacted to Gretchen's movements, and Gretchen thought she was probably so aroused that she was simply beyond caring about. Carla reached for her wine and pointed to the coffee table, where she'd thrown a twenty-dollar bill earlier. Cheryl retrieved the money and answered the door. Cheryl said she gave the guy a couple of dollars for a tip. "I didn't have to, though." What do you mean?" Well, I guess you can say that Carla gave the guy a tip of her own." What?" I mean, she gave him a visual tip."Cheryl tried her best to shield the guy's eyes from the rest of the house, but she was too short to hide much and our. A part of Cathy had long wanted to let herself go, and be the dirty slut she was online with Ken, but had always been scared she would shock her rather straight-laced, or so she thought, husband.“Okay, lover, if you want a whore... you shall have one,” Cathy said and slid the robe from her body, and lasciviously stroked her tits and pussy. “Lay back and be prepared for the fucking of a lifetime.”Ken could hardly believe he was going to get his wish and lay back as told, trembling with. You would not be in this position had you stayed at home. I told you to never show up here at my offices.” “Yes, I understand now,” London held out her hand palm up as one tear escaped her will. It rolled down the canal on the side of her nose and landed on her ruby stained lips. London was Cameron’s trophy. She was his doll for more than twenty-five years. But her days of providing him with what he needed sexually were long over. Their preferences changed. He reached in his right trouser.