You pull your hand from me, smacking my ass, light and playful this time…. ‘Oh you want it, hmm little one?? You want it bad… your such a good ...ittle one.’ I whimper in agreement… almost mindless as I am lost in desire and want. You grab my hips, and trace around my pussy lips with the head of your hard cock… teasing me… eliciting moans and whimpers and mewls of pleading from me. Then without warning, you impale me…. thrusting deep and hard, slamming yourself to the hilt… my head rears up as I. Although it was in a sleeve it still felt like she had juststroked my own. Next was a black pair of leather/spandex shorts with thefront crotch area cut out. I slid them on fighting to line up the giantcock to fit through the hole. Next was a shirt of the same material.Then Nicole said, "Now these will help to make the outfit," as she pulledout a pair of leather gloves and a pair of thigh high leather boots. Theheel on these things must have almost been the same as ballet shoes. Shesat me. Although in the beginning perhaps one person could cope, it would be logical to assume a second and even a third person would be required to keep the tasks on the appropriate time line. That meant finding partners. I already had Naomi in mind as an ideal first choice, so at least I could visualize a start for a new business. But Marcus was right, I needed to survey the local market to find out the opinions of potential users and what kind of cost range they could accept.And then another thought. After a few minutes of small talk and catching up, she tells me she's in a brutal relationship with her second husband."Second?" I ask. "What happened with Glen?" He's dead!" she exclaimed, her voice hitching. "And Rory [her new husband] killed him!" What?!?" It's true!" she sobbed. "Th-they were business partners. They were checking out a construction site, and Rory shoved Glen into a gully. He hit his head on a rock and died!" How do you know that?" Th-there was another guy there. He told the.