I not only hear what they say, but I learn how to understand what they really mean. I learn what they need at their deepest level. Once I know these t...ings, I make it my mission to give a girl exactly what she needs or has dreamed of. Of course, learning to read her body and give her more pleasure than she ever imagined it was possible for her to feel doesn’t hurt either. This doesn’t work on every girl it just happens that Clarice Jones is exactly the right kind of girl to appreciate being. I did that when I was outside your door, just before I knocked. No one else saw me like this.That was exactly what I thought had happened and then I though it might be nice to install a few cameras so I could see more of what happened outside my door. It might have been fun to watch Fernanda prepare herself.“Are your underwear a matched set?”“Yes” and a bit of a shy little smile creased the corners of her mouth.“Are they new or did your have them already?” I was wondering just how much she may. I looked up at him, although how I knew it was him, I had no idea. But I looked up at him, he looked down at me and I realized two things instinctively.First off, if he was going to hurt me, I would already be hurt. He certainly wouldn't have picked me up from wherever the hell I had fallen and brought me in here and warmed me up.The second thing I realized was an old saying about a bird flying south for the winter. I don't know if you ever heard it, but it went something like this.A bird. He unzips his pants and dangles his cock out. She slightly opens her mouth in amazement of his actions. He replies to her: “You are going to suck this cock till it cums, and if I don’t cum by the 42nd floor, you are into a hell of a beating!!”. While he finishes his words, he presses on the 56th floor and the elevator starts slowly moving, he looks at the screen showing the floor numbers and says “1…..2……”. She catches her breath up and jumps on his cock, stroking his balls and sucking it hard..