Let me get him."Bette was beside herself with a pounding heart that seemed to be breaking through her rib cage as she waited for Cindy to return with ...ultan. Her swollen, hard nippled tits rose and fell rapidly and there was an all consuming urge in her already soaking wet cunt. She could feel the muscles in her pussy contract and expand in rhythmic spasms of anticipatory excitement.Her breath caught in her throat when Cindy returned, leading the big, black dog trotting beside her. Bette's eyes. " So that means ...?" Brian was happy, but still uneasy. He was waitingfor the bad news."It means that you have a chance," Tommi answered. "But there are ...complications." Such as?" I'm not sure of my sexuality," Tommi explained cautiously. "And," shelooked down at her cup, "you really hurt me when you kissed Sara."Brian nodded slowly as he sighed. "I know," he said, resigned topossibly losing Tommi over that one mistake. "I shouldn't have takenher out to dinner, and I certainly. " "Our Prisoner" As we left the garage my phone could be heard ringing in my jeans pocket on the floor. One of them rushed to get it and my pants. (thanks) "It's Mom and Dad, you answer" She held the phone up. "Girls home?" They sounded drunk. "Ya, fine" "Home around 3. Watch a movie." Close. "Prisoner you're going to jail!" "You need a shower!" "You smell like shit!" Betsey holds her finger under my nose and I smell my own rectum. I'm not into that but considering the way it got there I. He smiled again, and offered me a refill…which I politely refused. He was a Ladies man…and seemed to have a good understanding of women. He told me that he was a bit nervous himself, and asked me if I was nervous. I said a mild yes, and told him that it was the first outcall I was making as an escort. He immediately understood, and called up room service and got me some food. He put on some music channel on TV and we were just talking about all kinds of stuff. Soon enough I was feeling much.