He was waiting for her answer. There was now just over four hundred dollars on the table. It was more than enough to pay the rent for another month. S...e nodded in agreement. ‘How do you want me?’ She asked, completely accepting her fate. ‘Just the way you are right now—and leave the dildo right where it is.’ Before she knew it he was between her legs, he kissed her gently. She’d let him kiss her before after the blow job. She’d never let a customer kiss her before. Then again, she’d never. At breakfast she told me that if I'm back before her, then she will be getting a delivery of her toys, which were specifically meant to be in our bedroom before she got back. I told her that I may be finishing later and that she should change the delivery time. She said 'nope, baby I want them today', whilst lifting her skirt and turning around. She had asked me to eat her ass and put in her princess plug. Throughout the course of the day, I kept on dewelling on what she was thinking about in. It was one thing to think about it, it was another to just do it. But just do it she did. Somehow, she wanted to make more of a statement than Gwen, wanted to show that she would do whatever he asked. As she set down her drink, almost completely empty, she reached down and untied the bow on her bottoms. With a minimal amount of movement, she soon had the small bit of fabric in her hand, and held it up. “Like this?” she teased, as she tossed it over onto the growing pile of wet fabric. Sitting. Lacey returns to the desk with a receipt to sign, and a folder with the keys in it. "Okay, Mr. Jones, just sign here for your receipt. The car is in B32. When you return it next Monday put it back in that spot, and fill the tank up or that'll be an extra thirty dollars."You nod as you take her proffered pen and sign on the line. You grab the folder and look up at her, "Thank you Lacey, and you have a fine day."You grab your bags and turn towards the parking lot. Two minutes later you key open.