He saw her fishnet stockings first, as she stepped out of her car. Her long legs climbed, disappearing under a tight leather skirt. Roger estimated he... at about forty-five but her face was flawless. Not a wrinkle on it. A bright red lipstick highlighted her full lips. The skirt was complemented by a tight white blouse, her breasts proportiate to her body shape and not sagging at all. Her blonde hair was cropped short which only added to her beauty. Before he could stop his thoughts, Roger. Just playfully. Brad was breathing hard, his small cock fully erect to four inches, his ass pounding and his cheeks hot.Delilah stood up and left him there on the floor as she mixed a cocktail, then stacked up the dollars into one large pile and went to the closet. ?First, you will get me dressed. I want to be smoking hot for the male hooker, and while you get me ready, I’ll tell you what I want you to bring back. I don’t want to be disappointed, you see. I want your money to go to good use.. Again, the choker felt like a hot band around her throat, and she felt herself slowly spreading her wrists and ankles. A memory stirred, something about being tied to a bed, the straps cutting into her wrists and ankles while a fat slob raped her. But there were no straps here, not even a bed frame to tie them to, just some guy who stood over her fumbling with his fly. More memories, old and new all jumbled together, everyone who'd ever pointed a camera at her telling her to smile. Staring up. Just a brief visit, "Jack said hurriedly. "I have a suite here at the hotel until my business is over, and then I will probably be headed back to the coast."Sara heard enough. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, Jack. Take care of yourself," and then without glancing at Mariah, she turned and walked out of the room. Moving through the front entrance, she saw Jerry waiting a few steps away. He moved toward her."Sara, what the hell..." but was interrupted by Sara's fingers against his.