When the night of our date came around I got all dolled up and wore one of my sexiest outfits. It was a black mini skirt with a black tank top both ti...ht and curve hugging. I finished the ensemble with an olive green cute bolero jacket that had black satin lacing up the sides, some dangly long earrings and extra silky sheer black hose. I wore my flat black suede ballerina pumps because in heels I was just a little taller than him. I always had my long blonde hair curled to perfection. I was. She ached to give this hot master of hers a good sucking. She quickly swallowed the croissant and followed him to his car.Once they entered the vehicle and drove away he looked quite happily at her skirt.“Show me your pussy,” he commanded.“What?” she asked, scared and trembling.He laughed, “Show me that nice, pink, wet, pussy of yours.”She slid her skirt of and spread her legs for him, blushing profusely. Her pink mound was on display for any car onlooker to see, and her curly pubic hair framed. But you're basing this all on the belief that I know what I'm doing. Or even that I'm sure that Sik and Philip were involved in Carolina's death. I could be imagining the whole thing." I knew that when I said it." Stop and think, Bren! My brother may have arranged to have my sister killed, but I have no proof! Until I have damning evidence, I don't dare let any of my suspicions be known. Not to anyone."Her brown hair was an artful arrangement of braids and curls and delicate chains scavenged. Lingerie isn’t needed.” “Wait here.” “What?” I went out into the store and came back with four pieces of lingerie. “Try these on.” I thrust the items at her. “What?” “Jen Marie Matos, if you say ‘what’ one more time, I will put a hurtin’ on you.” I gave her a look that showed I meant it. She stood up, stripped down to her pink thong, and looked at me as if she had never done that before. I helped her into the different pieces of underwear. We laughed as she made funny poses. I took my phone.