"That didn't tell me very much since I had never quite understood when that was supposed to be or where it supposed to occur. She showed me my "bedroo..." which was actually a small suite with a bedroom, a dressing room and its own bath. This was even better than my stupid condo on the seventh floor back home. I thought of Marcie and my messed-up place wondering if she had taken it on herself to clean it up. I was willing to bet she had already done it but wouldn't mention a word to me until I. Now. My middle finger slips inside and my eyes slightly widen as I realize just how wet I am, my breath escaping in a sigh. My hips are bucking against my hand as my clit begs for attention. Dammit, drive faster.T-minus ten minutes. My hand is drenched and I imagine you will smell my sweet scent as soon as you enter the front foyer. As I watch myself methodically finger fucking my tight pussy, I feel a brief pang of guilt that I’m starting without you. I’m considering this somewhat of a. I took a step back immediately and said no thank you, as it was almost dismissal time. The very next day, he somehow caught me coming out of my apartment and he met me there.He brought back the ice cream thing claiming it was hot that day too. I was caught off guard and said okay without thinking much, there he walked with me to get that freaking vanilla ice cream that I like and sat there in a table. Nobody other than us in the shop as it was lunch time and was a working day. I was eating fast. He could tell she was fighting the pain, either to not appear weak or to convince herself she could handle it. Almost reading her mind he knew her ass was at her comfortable limit and still not accommodating enough for his pulsing hard cock, she needed a little more distraction. He curled his middle 2 fingers deep inside her pussy, still a bit sore from the abuse she had received earlier but the denial of her orgasm left her wanting, and the touch of his “come hither” motion digging into her.