" "Angenehm Herr Smith" Ich musterte ihn und schätzte ihn auf mindestens 2 Meter bei bestimmt 125 kg, mit einigen Tattoos. Galant meinte er "Treten s...e ein hübsche Frau" und ließ mich vor gehen; ich lächelte ihn freundlich an, nickte und ging vor.Förmlich spürte ich seine Blicke auf meinem Hintern, das schien wohl eine Familienkrankheit zu sein. Dann bat er mich, daß ich mich setzen solle, ich setzte mich auf eine Couch, er setzte sich mir gegenüber in einen Sessel. Ich begann mit meinem. He had as little luck convincing her to stop as he did in getting her to quit calling him "Master" in private. But it wasn't just that she'd shown up at his door that had caught him by surprise ... It was her hair ... or perhaps one could say, her LACK of hair.Apparently after her trip to the hospital to visit Mickey, Laura needed to do something, anything, to make her feel better. So, with Heather and Charli in tow, she went to her favorite salon and had them cut a foot and a half off her. “Kiss me,” she said, “I want to taste myself on you.” I raised myself up and rolling onto my back and pulling her with me, so she was prone down the length of my body, and we kissed. And we kissed, and we kissed.It was like being a teenager again and, omg, she still was, just. Licked clean, I decided to move things up a gear. Rolling her onto her tummy, I sat up and admired her body, slim, perfect skin and developed in all the right places.I couldn’t resist. Smack. “That’s for not telling. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. Fleur turned around, looked at him and gasped again. Sit on it, Fleur, he said. She stared at his shaft, her eyes moving up and down its length, as if deciding the best course to tackle her next task. Eventually, she stepped out of her thong, planted her legs on either side of him and stood up facing him with her feet on the couch, her twat gleaming over him with arousal and her amazing tits high up in the air. She was still wearing.