Her coochie was so fucking creamy and tightly gorgeous. She was a sweet teen fuck between her back thighs. His body pounding into her delicious arse c...eeks. Stroke after deep controlled stroke. This was quality pecker work for superior pussy. "My arse, oh damn it, pretty please, yeah I'm begging for it, my arse, my arse, please, please, please"She was so sexily plaintive, near wistful in her plea. It was irresistible. Yeah her voice, her begging; but it was mainly her arse. The jagged perverse. At night, she would set in front of her vanity mirror as I brushed her long beautiful honey blonde hair. My thin arms would get tired, but, I would brush her hair one hundred strokes. She would always wear some sort of a night gown made of a soft material that was cool to the touch. After I finished, she would turn her pretty face toward me, her lipstick coated lips would smile and she would say, "Thank you. You are so sweet for brushing my hair." I would always feel so good when she would then. I just thought of something. I need to talk toLarry before he leaves. I'll be right back."John hurried as quickly as his slightly slippery flats would allow.When he reached a side corridor, he saw Larry approaching the exit."Larry!" He called, but the man didn't respond. "Larry! Mr Rosen" heyelled louder and ran as fast as he could.Larry heard something and turned, surprised to suddenly have to catchBebe Foley as she slid on the soles of her flats into his arms."Bebe? What's the matter?"John. Before I make my entrance I check my appearance and outfit in the mirror. Stiletto heels, perfume and nothing else under my very short black silk dressing gown. I feel empowered and totally in control of the situation as I walk through the door and Jon says, “This is Anne, Alain. Show her why I invited you here and what you have for us.”Before Alain can do anything I am determined to play the vamp and be the centre of attention for two men.“Help me off with my gown Alain” I tell him as I turn.