“Relax, girl. It’s gonna be fun.” She cups Amy’s face in both her hands. “If he’s like most men, he’s gonna want us to mess around with ...ach other. I hope so, cuz I can’t wait to touch you.” She’s looking into Amy’s green eyes as she speaks, and the blonde’s heart leaps when Jasmin kisses her on the mouth.“That’s my girl,” Jasmin says. She fixes Amy’s lipstick before knocking on the door.Amy has very little in the way of expectations regarding their “client,” but the man who answers the door is. "Boss, fuck me hard!" He groaned. "I want it rough today."Ivan liked it that way sometimes. Hard, deep, fast and as long as I could keep it up. And it didn't seem like one of those 'punish me' fetishes. He just seemed to need that much stimulation sometimes.I figured it would be cruel not to give him what he needs.I rolled him on to his back and started as hard and deep as I could. It was too early for fast, but we'd get to that."Oh fuck yeah, Boss!" Ivan groaned. He was still the loudest one. The rugged shoreline, the sailboats and fishing boats in the bay, sleeping at dawn as the mist surrounds them like a blanket. We’re driving through the back country roads, soaking in the scenery, or at least I am — you’ve fallen asleep, your hand intertwined in mine, your face peaceful and glowing as always. Looking over at you, I wonder what you’re thinking — what’s making you smile so? Then, as if reading my mind, your hand draws mine along your leg, up from the knee and into your skirt. Your. Pam spread out a blanket and unbuttoned Betsy's sundress."Nappy time baby, arms up! Good girl, now lie down on your blankie" Betsy giggled "Peek a boo!" as the material momentarily blocked her eyes, then squealed, "I see you!" as my smirking face came back into her sight. When Pam unlatched the too tight sports bra her boobs sprang free of their aching bondage, and Betsy gurgled with relief. She cupped her big girl mounds, fingers playing over stiff thumb sized nipples until her hands were.