" Seraphine placed her fingers under my chin and raised my face until I was looking into her comforting blue eyes. "No one can make me feel naughty li...e you. We shouldn't even be having this conversation right now. You should be at home playing Xbox or something, not alone in a grown womans apartment talking about how you want to be her only lover." She raised her eyebrows looking for agreement from me. "And, Paul… there's something else you can do that Jeff can't." The nurturing tone had left. She always has a flight response to my initial touch of her sensitive clit.I know how to edge her with my tongue – licking, flicking, swirling. She sucks me harder, indicating her elation to my tongue. She is ready as I finger-fuck her ass hard, firmly holding her in place. I withdraw my finger and reach for the bullet vibrator beside me. Pressing its vibrations on her pussy opening, she sucks in her breath, her body shaking. I push it just inside her folds, escalating her pleasure. Her pussy. My name's Deena. I'll be styling your hair this evening and this is Trish, the manicurist."More pleasantries were exchanged and Deena informed Belle that they needed to make one more trip for their equipment before they could get started. After they exited Belle walked into the bathroom to stand in front of a full-length mirror that was on the left side of the sinks. She opened her robe and studied herself. Her breasts were standing proudly with the nipples perched atop like cherries on. Simply put, she looked ravishing. The tall stiletto heels made her long legs look spectacular and the fitted bodice of the minidress nicely highlighted her breasts, which were made all the more prominent by the demicup pushup bra her son had chosen for her. (It was uncomfortable enough to have her teenage son selecting her lingerie, but all the more so when he had held up the bra exclaiming, "wow, Michael is really going to like this!")As his mother got ready to walk the two blocks to the.