Desperate, Michael arrived. It was an obscure office building. Michael walked into the building which seemed empty and was met with a single secretari...l desk containing an extremely gorgeous redhead wearing a classy red cocktail dress. When he approached, she said he must have been Mr. Smith and asked him to follow her. As she got up, Michael noticed that she had model-like features, an amazing bust, an incredibly thin waist and an incredible behind. A complete knock out.She led him down a. "How could I forget that story," I said, rolling my eyes in the dark. Jerry had been her third or fourth lay; I can't remember now which. She had described him as being "Not that long--maybe just a little longer than you--but his cock was really thick. It was like trying to stuff a burrito in my mouth." I was by then sucking her breast and teasing her wet pussy with my fingers. Her hand was on top of mine and together we massaged her labia and gradually worked our fingers inside. Her hips were. Even so, the fact that Ashley had agreed to go out with her put an inkling of hope in her heart…maybe this would lead to something more.In the midst of spritzing herself with a light, fruity perfume, Delia’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Ashley, simply saying “im here”.Grabbing her purse and keys, Delia dashed out the door, the block heel of her black, suede booties click-clacking down the hallway. She had opted for four-inch heels after all. It wasn’t much to close the height gap, but at. The last thing she could remember was that she was in some kind of waxwork museum. She wasn't sure if it was just a dream.She left the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. She then heard noises, coming form behind the bed. Curiously, she climbs over her bed, trying to make out the sounds coming from next door."OOhh!! OOoohhh" she heard a woman moaning."Are they having sex back there?" Sarah asked herself.She smiled a bit. When it came to things like this, she was nosy as hell. She also then.