A lengthy strip of paper which lay unraveled across the floor. And a make-up pencil–whose color perfectly matched the scribbled words on the scatter...d paper. I didn’t have to read her scribbling to know what it was she had been writing about. Or rather, who. All these things I neatly returned to her own small clutch and lay it gently on the empty space of couch by her side. ‘Last night, ‘ I began. ‘Was that your first meeting with Sir face to face?’ Slowly, the young woman nodded. She then took. "I need to go upstairs for something," Jen said, "I'll be right back."When she got back she was wearing a micro bikini. The panties were bright green and the bra was bright red. The bra just barely covered her nipples, and the bottoms were so tight that they pulled into her pussy lips and hid nothing. She also had a large tag hanging from her neck which read: Merry Christmas to Bill, Jen and I hope you like your present. It was signed Tom.Needless to say, I was floored. I said, "You have got to. ”“Fucking bitch! It probably ain’t even mine.”“Oh, but it is.”“Fuck you!”Cam threw his cell phone into the floorboard. “Goddamn! Fuck! Shit!” He was screwed. He knew he wasn’t the only person to have ever fucked Charnae, but as of late he was the main one. He picked up a meal of grilled chicken tenders, cole slaw, and fries. He went home.It was pretty calm that night. And. for the next few days. On Monday, Cam was alerted via text that a big wire transfer had arrived in Kaylah’s savings account. I quickly got a towel and handed it to her she started wiping out the water from her body and there I was standing with my hard cock poking out of my shorts. She saw that and was having this naughty smile on her face that was making things more difficult.I: what’s the plan?R: let’s drinkI: you will catch coldR: I know but the cloths I will not change as soon you will not let me stay in it.I: let’s play a game then we have 10 shots and with every shot we will take one cloth off. Who so ever.