O0oI opened my eyes, wondering how long I had napped. I looked around but saw no evidence of Joe's return. The nap did me good because I felt horny an... hoped he would return soon. I looked on the chair where Joe had thrown the bikini he had bought for me. I thought, 'If this is what he would like to see me wearing, then I am not going to disappoint him.'I proceeded to remove tags, then slipped out of my clothes and put on the bikini. I never realized how small it was until I had it on and. So I always make a run for it when I see the bus. I absolutely hate working security downtown, too many government worker type of bozos with their heads up their asses in the building where I work. Seriously, if you’re a young black man walking around the Canadian capital, people stare at you a lot, even though Ottawa has sizeable populations of African, Arab and Asian immigrants. Diversity is here to stay but not everyone is happy about it. Working in an office building full of uptight, smug. Jean barely noticed her legs were being moved. She barely felt her feet touch the cushions of the couch. She barely felt anything but the bliss that had consumed her. She thought she opened her eyes but couldn't see anything but white. As she became more aware of her surroundings, her eyes began to focus on the white ceiling. Feeling came back to her in a rush. The rushing sound in her ears subsided. Her heartbeat slowed as did her breathing. Another minute later, she felt so. Of the three of us, only Wendy still wore anything at all.Taking James' saluting cock in my hands, I lowered it, pointing it straight at me. The tension in his loins threatened to pull it back up, out of reach, so I parted my lips, licked them and put the swollen purple head just past them. The head of his cock was smooth, soft and warm, and I decided to take some time, draw things out for Wendy's sake, and my own to be honest.Swirling my tongue around James' head, I heard his soft moan echoed.