I really wanted to ask why but didn’t have the courage and actually afraid of what the answer would be. I tugged at her nightgown as Sally reluctant...y twisted her body allowing it to be pulled over her head. Now both of us were naked. In the dim light from the window I marveled at the sight of her titties. Aghast when I placed my tongue on a nipple tracing around the perimeter of the areola she pushed against my shoulders in an uncertain attempt to remove me. But the effort fell short on her. I shook my head, not wanting to taste my cunt juices. I had tried it a few times, and finally decided it was not my cup of tea, so to speak."Suck my fingers, slut," my boyfriend said, glaring. I opened my mouth, and he shoved his fingers in. I sucked eagerly, looking at him, hoping he knew how hard I was trying trying to please him. My tongue flicked about, and I bobbed my head on his fingers as if I were sucking his cock.Pulling his fingers back, he suddenly shoved three deep in my puss,. “Thanks,” she said with a gasp, then scanned the tight cell squeamishly. “What floor?” I asked, pulling the wooden grate closed. “Fifth.” I pressed the worn button and the elevator sprang to life. It was moving slowly, jingling from time to time. Nostalgia overwhelmed me, I remembered the elevator of the building I lived in as a child. Back then I liked using it although our flat was on the second floor. “Tomblike thing,” she said matter-of-factly and fixed her eyes on the ceiling. “But it. I was in heaven looking at his sandy brownish blond locks, gorgeous blue eyes, and six foot frame with fabulous biceps; his tattoos seemed to glow under the lights. Due to the heat in the venue, the sweat had already gathered on his forehead and his shirt stuck to his gorgeous chest. After the last song, I stood there and cheered loudly for an encore. JC's eyes met mine and he summoned the bouncer to bring me backstage. As his eyes roamed to check me out from head to toe, he said hello and we.