Part of me wanted to put my black high heels on walk right out to where ever Mac was in the house and demand his cock down my throat but I knew i was ...ay to shy for all that. I put my heels on then the last thing I did was (As was our ritual when i was ready.)I put on my black blindfold but this time careful of the wig stood there for a few moments feeling so scared and sexy and I fumbled around, found the door knob and opened the door.I was thinking about how cool the air from Mac's kitchen. All Anthony had ever wanted was Maria Theresa. Never married he yearned for a home and family. Maria Theresa was grateful for his flirting he made her feel like a woman again. The week, after he gave her the flower, she went shopping for new clothes it was time to shed her black clothes. Maria bought many pretty things in colors from red to peach to lime green. She went to see Anthony wearing a peach dress with high-heeled sandals. She stopped in with a plant from her house, that was wilted. With a grunt, he ripped the flimsy covering from her body, holding it up in front of her, as if displaying his prize confirmed his control. Grace’s lips quivered as he dipped his head again, both hands roughly cupping her breasts, pushing them inwards towards his sucking mouth. The torn thong fluttered to the floor. Both her hard buds were swelling in his mouth, reacting as he swept between one and the other. The feeling of his saliva dripping from her breasts onto her stomach only added to her. Is she at work? Getting her company above water has to be some monumental task. I could have looked the building up where she works and tried to visit her there, but I knew to take the hint. She didn’t want to be found. Got it. Right then the rooftop door slammed open with a gust of wind, which was odd considering it was shut. The super had given me the key to get back down. I looked back toward the opened door, only twenty feet away. Time froze as we looked at each other, both completely.