Grace moves quickly, forcing her way into his apartment. One of her gloved hands go to his mouth, silencing him. “Don’t,” she growls, trying to...make her voice sound menacingly, as she shoves him back. Grace’s booted foot kicks out behind her, slamming the door shut. “Living room,” she orders, pushing him back with her other gloved hand on his chest. Ryder’s eyes scan up and down the woman, clad very sexily. God who is she, he wonders. His cock involuntarily starts to swell as his eyes room. She rang and booked for four-thirty tomorrow afternoon, her shift finished at four.The woman behind the reception was efficient, very businesslike but there was no great welcome, she gave her name and was shown into a room that was dimly lit but the room smelt nice, a sort of perfume that was pleasant and not overpowering. She was told to fully undress and put on the robe that was provided and that the masseur would be with her shortly. In her unit she didn’t have a full length mirror, she. His button-fly pops open, and she traces the outline of his thick cock, through the material of his black underwear. Reluctantly pulling him from her breast, she gets to look closer at him. She estimates a nice size cock. It is long, and straining for release. She guesses it must be what? Eight and half, nine inches in length, and a good thickness, too? She smiles her appreciation, a new hunger in her mid, and pushes him onto his back. "I've got to see this! It looks... inviting!" They both. As Max lay on top of his adoring girlfriend, he lifted her up to undo her bra. He took a glance at her tits, surprised to see shimmering silver rods under her nipples. He noticed the piercing was still bruised, so he ran his thumb over it, making Cathy smile and moan slightly. “When did this happen, baby girl?” Max asked as he began sticking his head into her cleavage. “I thought I could surprise you. Do you like them? Please be gentle babe, oh fuck, they’re still sore, baby,” pleaded Cathy as.