"I'll pay you a thousand a day, let's say $2,500 a weekend, all taxes paid, cash, free and clear, no call for you to report it, a gift, and give you a...generous allowance for clothes and to get your hair done, that sort of thing." What's wrong with my hair?" Nothing," he said, raking his hands though it, "but it is kind of wild and untamed, and I certainly can't figure out what color it is." Humph," said Vixen, turning away from him."Well?" he asked petting her smooth back, tracing the trench of. “If you’re going to stare, fucking do something.” “What?” He threw the paper towel in the bin and arched his brow at her.She took a step towards him.“Or do you have no follow through?” Again, he was speechless. But the fire in her eyes, with her hair falling over her shoulders, he decided that maybe he shouldn’t say anything at all. Instead he reached out and seized her hip, pulling her into a kiss. She d****d her arms around his neck, passionately returning the kiss and pressing herself into. I knew the dialer was set to five and if I received a call or text I would have no difficulty hearing it. As the hours ground by, though, I started to grow a little anxious and in my sour mood, I started to wonder if I had done something to displease my master. I shook those worries away and told myself that he was most likely busy. I decided to take lunch in my office and congratulated myself on getting through half the day without incurring any emotional casualties. I threaded my arm through. I glanced over at Jeremy, and was not surprised to see him lying on his back, watching me whack off the waiter, while wanking his own rock hard prick with his fist. As I watched Jeremy pounding his pud, a pretty black waitress squatted down next to him, and offered to help him out. In her squat position, with her knees spread wide, we could both see her beautiful red pussy lips poking out between her legs. Jeremy eagerly accepted her offer, and she took over stroking his stiff erection, as he.