I've not heard a peep from the princess' security guard since I wasjumping for the trash can, so once the tramlines lead me even furtheronwards, to a ...obbled square, I allow myself a moment to recover mybreath, dropping from a run into a slow trot."Nearly payday Truth," I whisper to myself, my breath forming a cloudin the frozen air.After another minute has passed without him after me, and I've movedeven further from the apartment block and that icy alleyway, I startto let myself feel some. "I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a couple pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to. It did not take long before I was shooting my creamy jism down her throat. I hope that I would last longer next time my cock is the centre of the activity. She sat up and smiled at me. “That was nice… can we fuck later today” “Sure…count on it…” Vicky leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips, jumped up and quickly made her way to the door. She turned and smiled at me before slowly opening the door, peeking outside and as quickly as she entered the room she disappeared. I needed a. The inside of the place was something else altogether. It was a hodge-podge of colors, as if some demented interior decorator had decided it would be so much fun to use every color in the rainbow, and more than once. But, to the man, it also had a strange hominess to it. This is the kind of place a man, he mused, could feel right at home in. Especially when sitting in one of the two plush chairs that look to be about the size of a car.The same voice he had heard before, yelled again, "Up here,.