He got up and started putting his clothes on, handing me his shirt to clean up."You want me to wipe my pussy cum on this...Sir?" I raised an eyebrow."...es, if you please."I happily obliged, and handed the shirt back to him."And," he continued, "call me Darren." No, thanks," I said, pulling on my skirt. "I prefer Mr. Davis." We laughed with knowing little smiles on our faces. I finished getting dressed and looked down at the floor. "Oh, shit, your papers! I'm sorry!" I exclaimed as I leaned down. I gave them each aquarter pound of dope as they walked out and told them to relax, takesome time to mellow and enjoy themselves, the place would not fall apartif we all took a few days off.That night I decided that it was time to take the next step, I had giventhis a lot of thought and was pretty sure that the only thing that wouldkeep these guys from killing one another was me, well not quite me butKatarina, the new me. I knew the only thing keeping me sane was my alterego and the sexual. When I finished massaging her back, I moved to her legs and started my malish from the foot. I shifted the petticoat a little bit upside so that I can easily malish her legs. She was still lying on her stomach. Now I told buaji to bend her legs. I helped her in doing this.Now I can see her ass and pussy hairs (I forgot to tell you that she doesn’t wear a panty. I came to know about this last year, when I went to Bauji’s home and found that there is no ladies underwear lying between the clothes. Erin used some standby towels to wipe up the mess. Calvin was spent and wouldn’t recover for the immediate future. He lounged on the bed and inquired about the giant claw foot iron bathtub along one wall. In days past, the water would be heated elsewhere and carried to the room in buckets. But, as a replica assembled in modern times, hidden taps filled the tub with bathwater. The girls puttered with soaps and perfumed oils while the water rose until the room took on a floral aroma. The scents.