Eyes like green emeralds. Lips the color of rubies. From what I can tell breast like teardrops. She always wore the tightest clothes. As if they were ... second skin. Tonight she was wearing a lovely red tank top showing ample amount of cleavage. I walked over to the bar. I sat down on an old wooden bar stool. She looked toward me and give me a wink. ‘Hey Isabel pour me a shot and slide it down here.’ She poured me a shot of the finest whiskey. She sat it done in front me. Bending over so I could. We take shot after shot after shot until 1am and we leave. I slip the bartender- Amy my number to tell her when and where to come. On the way home me and Roxanna we start to kiss passionately and touching each other everywhere. We think we are going to f**k when we get to the room but we both go to sleep with whatever we have on. Now its 8am and im the first one to wake up. I go to the kitchen make some breakfast in bed for her and have a little birthday card. The card says "Happy birthday. His cock was very large in size, in fact it was hard to fit all of it in my mouth but surprisingly I did it anyway. “It seems as though it’s going to get better.” Nathan whispered as if speaking to himself. I could see his eyes searching me. Wanting me. “It will, but you should wash up first. I’ll help you with that.” We raced upstairs into our master bathroom that consisted of a jacuzzi tub, a stand up shower, a toilet, sink, and beautiful decor. Our house was worth a lot of money, we both. Jennie still seemed tense and the slight shake of Sarah’s head told me she wasn’t convinced she’d done enough to get her ready for this. She needn’t have worried, I’d planned ahead and had three very convincing looking contracts laid out for them. I knew if I put an official stamp on things and explained the ‘scene’ in a businesslike way first Jennie would be scared of coming across as unprofessional again. The contract promised payment as a percentage of royalties so that I could potentially.