Her appraising eyes searched my exposed breasts, my shoulders, my neck line. "Hmmmpp! Veery nice!" Her French accent was very muted. Her English almos... perfect. Her hands assessed the slopes of my shoulders even as she assessed my photogenic qualities. Her hands then pushed my robe off my arms. I stood there in front of this French cigarette smoking stranger as she appraised me like a seven dollar an hour art student posing for art class for college tuition credits.Ms Calle brought Leo to me,. .. lay back, uh, into the corner."Monica nervously looked around the room, as she scooted back, resting against a pillow."Now maybe, maybe open your robe," he directed, uncertain of the boundaries to his requests.Monica paused as her fingers slipped into the loosely tied belt. She silently told herself, "Okay, he already saw me."Then, she pulled and it unweaved. She opened the garment, still unable to make eye contact. However, they both noticed how her hard nipples peaked the material of her. She looked hot as hell. She was smoking a cigarette (thats a new habit) and talking to a couple of black girls. She was wearing a tube top that exposed her belly button that appeared to now have a piercing and she had a tight black mini dress that barely covered the bottom of her ass cheeks. To top it all off she had on some clear high healed shoes that must have been 8 inches high. She acted the part to a T and my cock grew in my pants as I watched her from afar. Then a minivan pulled up and. ” She continued, “I mean how much can a girl take?” Steve reached down to his cock with his left hand then said, “What do you talk about?”Charlene’s voice began to shutter, “Any thing they want to talk about but if I get to take over the conversation I talk about how much I love to suck a man’s dick or go down on a lady.”“Yea?” Steve said.“Oh yea,” Charlene said. “I love to make people cum with my mouth and tongue.” She said. “Just thinking of it makes me wet” Her voice said with a.