“Tell me why you’re here, Michelle.”“I’m here to be with you,” she answered.He pulled her hair once again a little harder as he put more p...essure on her nipple. “Tell me why you’re here,” he repeated.“I’m here because I wanted to be naked with you where no one could interrupt us,” she offered.“I want to know why you are here,” he demanded increasing the pressure with both hands.The pressure was almost painful but excited her. Her nipples were like little stones and she could begin to feel her. Masi tapped him gently, but he did not even move.There was no response from my uncle. She held my meatballs, squeezed them, and whispered, “Idiot, you don’t have patience.” Masi got up from the bed, switched off the night lamp, we came out of the bedroom. Masi locked the room from outside.She looked radiant, elegant, and refined in the dim moonlight. All I wanted to do was strip her naked and lick her from top to bottom. As she stepped out, I pushed her to the wall and removed her top and. There was no problem there, but she noticed a trend,or a rut, as she called it, with my outfits. The outfit I was wearingwas about the only 'whore' looking outfit in my collection, althoughshe said my denim miniskirt and denim bolero jacket would probably lookok for whoring. I was told about a website that sold 'stripperapparel', and she said I should be prepared to invest in about $500worth of slutty outfits. I was told that she would talk to Marcus, andshe would come back and help me order my. The tow-man had the radio and the heat cranked. He kept taking big sniffs--with the heat, Linda was emanating a bold scent of well-primed pussy--and attempting to tell some sort of story. It involved his wife--whom I didn't even want to have to think about--and stripped bolts, about how until our call had interrupted them--yea, sure, he knew all about spoiled evenings. Sniff-sniff!!I would have strangled the bastard, except that would've saddled me with a tow-truck I didn't want. Linda and I.