John reaches in the back seat of the Ford for a framed print. A very intriguing print depicting some sort of Asian character, perhaps a warrior and a ...orgeous female character standing behind the warrior. The print is some sort of fantasy illustration full of wispy thin lines and it has a vibrant use of color. John holds the print away from his body to get a look and his interest piqued he calls out to Marella, “So what’s this print? It’s quite interesting.” “Oh that” Marella chuckles, “It an. ..four o'clock will be perfect...........One other thing, what are you wearing.... you need to change, and I want you to put your hair up...why, you are gong to love this............................Blanche was standing by the passenger door waiting for me to unlock it. "You look very professional in your new uniform Miss Rousseau." I said, complementing her. "Thank you sir." Blanche said smiling. Leaning closer I whispered, "You are also a very pretty woman, especially when you smile and I. I am a hot, slutty, bitch...I lean face first into the mirror, feeling myself pressed up against the glass. Needing to be fucked. Needing to cum.I had set up a video camera facing the bed, turned it on, hit record, and continued my dance on the bed. My dance turned into a striptease. First came the blouse falling to the bed...slowly I unzipped my skirt...and wriggled it down my legs...over my throbbing cock...over my knees and to my feet. My pantyhose is soaked with sticky pre-cum. Tracing. The last encouragement of the evening always takes time. I lantern gripped myself, fingers against the shaft, palm over the dome and slowly pulled the blood away from my body. Suzie whisper to herself, she always does, like a rosary. I clenched my jaw then forced myself to relax, telling myself to go with the flow. I strained to hear Suzie's words.Like stirring custard my prick started to take on substance. The corrugations along it's length became plain against the tips of my fingers. My index.