My door was closed, locked, and she could detect the soft squeak of bedsprings as she walked quietly by. "Almost . . ." she muttered to herself. S...rutting out into the living room, Beckey turned on the stereo, and moved the volume knob up high. Wearing a smile and swaying her hips in time to the music, she walked into her room to decide what to wear tomorrow. Something tasteful yet. . . trashy. ****************************************** The following morning, I awoke, not to the. “Water, please. We’ll have to watch it tonight. Or at least pretend to.” He winks at me as I bring him the glass. “And what exactly would we be doing instead?” I ask teasingly. He tugs me onto his lap without a word and kisses me. My fingers slide through his hair as one of his hands finds my ass and the other traces circles on my cheek. I attempt to wriggle from his grasp but he tightens his arm around my lower waist and ass, gripping tightly and causing a damp spot to appear on my panties. He. He smiled when he felt her muscles dance under the skin, as she quivered with anticipation under his touch. "No, I'll take them off," he told his when she reached behind her for the clasp of her bra. She let her hands fall to her sides and just stood passively under to exploring fingers. He stepped so close to her his chest was pressed against hers and his cock was pressed into the soft skin of her stomach. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of him skin to naked skin and only just barely. ‘Shave his beard down to a light scruff. I’ll be right back.’ Raell told the girl. She then strode off. Drake heard the barber-chick humming as she prepped her trimmers. She then started trimming Drake’s overgrown beard. When she had almost finished Raell returned, holding a few strips of black leather. Drake realized that they were cuffs. He couldn’t do anything as Raell clipped them onto his arms and legs. ‘Nice job on the scruff. For the hair I’d just like it trimmed an inch or so, I like.