The backs and insides of her thighs were sticky with it.Steffie simply slipped her dress back on and shambled out of therestroom. She collected her th...ngs and drove home in silence--a sticky,well-fucked, cum-covered sissy slut... with a wide smile on her face.=====================================Steffie's throat was sorer than her ass when she got home. She nursed acup of hot tea while she put away her things. As expected, she foundanother set of worn lingerie among her own things. No note. The only thing I was missing was a glass of wine, and Chris.That started my motor running again, and I closed my eyes as I started imaging the feel of his hands again. I ran my own hands back over my breasts, wishing it was Chris that was discovering how wonderful they felt; exploring their soft texture, their weight, their size, their firmness. I was picturing the expressions of pleasure and discovery on his face as I let my hands continue to roam over my soft and smooth skin.I pulled my. It would go down in a minute on its own. It was more fun to masturbate, but he wanted to stay a little on the horny side for the evening. Who knew what he might miss if he couldn’t get it up enough times tonight. He quickly toweled himself dry and hung the towel on the towel rack. That had been one of the last things that he had installed in the house and he still forgot at times that it was there.He went into the living room and went through his wardrobe looking for the appropriate attire. He. Her genteel, timeless demeanor gives me more confidence in the growing decision to uproot from Savannah and move here.After I finished with Mizz Lee, I cornered Alan.“Mister Addison,” I started.“Alan,” he corrected. “I’m Alan to everyone who’s part of this thing.”“Okay, Alan, then. Cindy says that I’d be an employee of 3Sigma if I moved into the apartment you’re offering.”“The apartment is an employee perk,” Alan said. “We do not advertise nor in any way make them available to the public. Legal.