The light was dim enough to see around the bed. Steve was mortified to see the clothes he was wearing were his. he also noticed that he was rock hard....The man was dressed in tight black clothes and wore a mask that just covered his face. He was 6' tall and well built. The man said, "You can call me sir. And I can call you what?" Steve replied," Steve". The man said that will not do for such a pretty little cock slut, and gave Steve the name of Summer. As Summer blushed she asked how he knew. Port? Well, a bit early for me too I guess. How can I help you?" I wondered if you heard about the death of a woman called Betsy Miller down in Georgetown, less than a month ago." No, name's not familiar." The older man wriggled in his large chair trying to get comfortable, and he clenched and flexed his right hand under a lacy cuff. "Damned arthritis or ague or something, " he said when he noticed Beall looking at it. "Hand cramps up. Can't make a fist or hold a pen properly. Nuisance.". Jeans, yoga pants, sweats - no matter what she wore that ass made me want to rage. She was slim, but her hips were seductively wide. Her tits were just as big as her ass. She complained about how big and annoying they were, and every time she did, I would think to myself: Annoying? You mean delicious. Her face always had a smile on it, as laughter continuously flew from her lips. Her cheeks were bony and rose red, with eyes a gorgeous midday-sea blue. A deep brown hair color, that was fashioned. Her outfit was finished off with some tight jeans that accentuated her nice thick ass and muscular legs. She came back over and sat across from me in my booth leaning over showing my more than half of her tits. She had a light dusting of freckles all over her body even though she tanned religiously. I was half surprised to see her there as she was a Junior at 18 years old , but she was a sly minx so she had to have snuck off campus for lunch.“Hey Pete, I didn’t see at the party this weekend.