Style… and a fucking killer body.”I just looked at him, gobsmacked.“What do you mean?” I was determined to find out what she had. He grinned w...lfishly before answering.“Before I say anything else, Andrea, you’ve got to promise me you'll never tell anyone what I've said.”Mischievously, I hesitated before nodding. “I promise?” I sighed and raised my hand and pretended to pledge a solemn oath.Finally reassured, Dean continued. “Like I said, she’s got a fucking amazing body. Her tits look great.. .. then, bingo; they disappeared one day. I was almost sad. I knew instantly where they'd gone. I gave him a knowing look in form time after I'd discovered them missing. he simply stared back at me.Two days later, they were back. Clean; freshly laundered, and there was something else. Something that had eluded me was a pair of girly shoes. In the mid 1990s, platform shoes were everywhere, and I was hard 99% of the time looking at the girls around me wearing 3 inch heels with their uniforms. And. He was loving this, I bet Jane could never throat him. I also reached under my skirt to play with my self while I was entertaining him, he probably didn’t have a cue what to do with another woman, so this was a good way to not be dissapointed. I love cock sucking, so I was already ripe and juicy for my fingers.“ Move up the chair”, I told himHe did so wondering what I was up to, all it was so that I could craw between his legs. He was sitting awkwardly looking down , hi head almost mushed. Take me back. Make me your’s again. Make me forget all about the man you lent me to last night.”Bitch! But I loved her, her smile telling me this was all just part of a game we were sharing. Just as last night was a game we’d played – with Daryl, however nice a guy he was, just an extra in a game we marshaled and directed.I knew I’d not last long. Intentionally I’d not allowed myself to cum the night before, knowing that the ‘post-cum’ blues could send me into a spin of melancholy. Such.