I had forgotten what it was like. He did at first, now all he wants is sex."I didn't know why she was telling me this. But all I knew is I was getting...hornier and hornier, so I let her ramble. "He sounds like a right arse!" I said. "He is." She said laughing. "Then what are you doing with him?" I asked. "I don't know." She said looking sad and thoughtful, "I guess it was better than always going home alone." Maybe. But you don't need an arsehole like him. You need someone who will treat you. Well, when I finally caught her checking me out and she knew I caught her, I cockily said want something mom? and she stuttered, a bit startled at my bluntness. I continued on to say Steve said you were real good that other weekend. After she realized I knew what had gone on, she was silent and I put one leg up on the sofa to face her more and she moved toward me as I pulled down my briefs. She stared at me, then my cock, then me again and then lowered her head and began sucking my hard prick.. ”“Yeah,” Ritchie said.“I asked you go by but you didn't want to ….come,” Brooke said and then she started laughing again.She laughed again at another double entendre.The girl stood up walked around a bit.“You stop Blondie,” Ritchie said.“You were going to try to tie me up and I was going to kick your butt,” she said.“You were not, and when did I try to tie you up?” he asked.“I'm a strong girl,” Brooke said, “I can kick your butt.”The girl was standing now in the middle of the room, she put her. Pull the leash out of my cunt. Lick the juices from it. Place between teeth, like a pet with a bone. Feel the outside air caress my breasts. With the phone take a photo; a side shot which clearly shows the open door.Stand up. Step outside. Turn around slowly. Savour the moment. Two complete 360 degree rotations. Kneel facing the street. Fuck my cunt with the leash. Slowly. Count to ten. Slowly. Lick the juices from the leash. Slowly.Stand up. Step further outside, out off the.