"Hello, Ben.Thank you," she said, accepting his complement. "Did you have a niceevening?" she asked, taking yet another deep drag on her cigarette and...lowly blowing out the cigarette smoke in a fine plume.Ben looked at Susan, as if mesmerised by the sight before him, andwatched as she dragged on her cigarette, and he took in every detail ofher appearance; the glossy, red, pouting lips, her wide, innocent, blueeyes with long, black eyelashes, her dainty fingers with nailsvarnished bright red,. " Take your time, Jenna," Mike repeated mechanically, not knowing how to receive what he thought he was about to hear."I got his underwear. I went up to his room and got a pair of his briefs. I came back downstairs. I took my pants off, I laid back on the couch. And I ... I masturbated." I ... I don't ... I don't quite understand, Jenna. You..." He was sitting there with it still in his hand, wrapped in my panties ... his dick, O.K.? I took off my pants. I left my shirt on but I ... I'm not. But it was worth it for that little moment of excited realisation from Ellie.When we got to Marvel Tower, a security guard was waiting to let us in. Ellie had been here before for my thirteenth birthday party, but the penthouse had been an empty shell back then. It looked very different now, and when we stepped out of the lift onto the 34th floor, she sucked her breath in. They’d done a beautiful job on the place. The main living space was actually the upper level of the two-floor penthouse,. He watched as she made her way back to the bar to fill another order, her ass swaying as she served the customers. ‘Yum,’ he thought. George walked up to the bar and sat in a spot close to where the waitresses filled their orders, he ordered a beer from the good looking redhead behind the bar and he waited for Miranda to appear. Finally he heard her clear voice. Two draft, one vodka and coke, one rye and ginger and a glass of red wine Sandy.’ ‘Miranda?’ She turned and saw him sitting at the.