The door opened slowly and she entered and stood in front of me. This time she was wearing a red basque, red stockings and a pair of red high heels. T... top it off she was wearing a pair of elbow length red lace gloves. I had never seen any of these items before so I presume she bought them specially for tonight. She was quite a sight. My Lady in Red. The only thing she was wearing that wasn’t red was also new to me, it was a brand new big thick black strap on dildo. “Stand up” Danni ordered. I. "Think nothing of it, senora. I'd like to make sure you are very satisfied. Your man gone for the day?" Now that is what I call good customer service," she said with a wicked smile. " And there is no man to worry about, by the way. So tell me what you like, Marcelo, besides plumbing." I like a lot of things, but not to be forward, do you give head? My girl won't go down on me. She says it's 'dirty.'" Well, let me show you a woman that doesn't mind being dirty," she said huskily.Marla then. The images in her mind now were not of her husband but of a White man and woman slowly and sensuously stripping her naked and taking her to bed. Her fingers began to work feverishly as her clitoris began shooting jolts of pleasure throughout her. Lynn, in her mind, lay between the legs of the alluring White woman, her knees under her as the White husband approached her from behind. She was gasping for air now as one set of fingers squeezed and massaged while the other dug furiously at her nest.. Biannka was checking the cargo. She banged her fist against the sides of the crates. They were large wooden crates of a very sturdy build and weighed about 1.200 pounds each. Stacked two and two, there was less than 7 inches between the top one and the main deck (which of course was the ceiling down here). It seemed perfect. Naturally, a million things could still go wrong: He could hear or feel her working on the crates, in which case he would probably bash her head in. Or he could decide not.