Did Faye fuck you?” “No, Miss Stern.” “Call me Miss Stern again and I’ll shoot you.” Her smile softened the warning. “It’s good to mee... you. Tell Flick I didn’t proposition you, won't you?” “Yes, er, Dolly, sure.” “Good girl. Got to mix. Enjoy the party.” When I next saw Flick, she was in a bit of a huddle with Hattie and a tall, ash blonde butch girl. Flick turned to me. “How did you get on? This is Marilyn Foster.” The ash-blonde smiled, “Call me Maz, everyone does.” “Hi. Dolly told me to. "You know, I make most of my little sluts shave their legs. Maybe Ishould do that to you."I shuddered at the thought, wondering how I would explain that at home.She smiled, understanding how easily she could scare me.She made me stand, put a white lacy garter belt around my waist, andattached the tabs to the stockings. She knelt down to do that, and herface was near my cock, but obviously she was not going to pleasure melike that. She put a bra around my chest. It was not padded and itgave. “Are you here for long?” she asked, and noted the look of relief on his face.“One night only here. We’re away down the coast early tomorrow.”“Only one night in Frisco?”“No, we had two nights in another hotel, but there was some problem with the booking. We had to have one night here. Wish we’d come here in the first place.” His eyes found hers as he went on, “Been to Alcatraz, up in the trolley cars, watched the seals down on the shore. What about you?” “Another four nights,” she told him.. I said, ‘Really? You don’t like my tits?’ My tits are great, but they’re not huge. I played with them a bit while thrusting harder. He said, ‘Your tits are beautiful. But I do like really outsized ones.’ I moved my hands down to his cock, and tugged hard. ‘Like Chelsea’s?’ ‘God, yes,’ he said. ‘What would do with them?’ ‘Come all over them. Then lick it off.’ I was wanking him furiously as he said this, and he came wonderfully. As did I. I stopped fucking him and we both paused to take a.