‘We had different tastes,’ Blaine pulled my shirt open completely. ‘I could never sleep with him.’ ‘You?’ I scoffed. ‘Not sleep with a h...t guy?’ Blaine cut her eyes at me. ‘So, you think he’s hot?’ To evade the line of questioning, I sat up without warning her and let the shirt slide down over my shoulders. Her eyes roamed over my uncovered half curiously, but she said nothing. Instead, I watched her raise her slim arms, and allow me to pull the shirt off over her head. Despite the size of her. I gave Sarah the high sign and put my hand on my heater. I did not want either of us to start spitting metal in the waiting room with all those innocent plugs inside. Sarah and I got up keeping our eye on Don Guido's gee. He was looking for us, checking all of the mugs. We managed to get to the door before he saw us. He headed towards us. I saw Don Guido's 1936 Packard Super 8 Touring car sitting near the door with another of his goons standing next to it. I said, "Well, this is it Sarah. It. Instead she slipped off her heels and slid down the zipper at her side. Still kneeling before her, she let it slide to the floor in front of his reddening face as she stood in her tight black thong that surely wafted the aroma of her excitement that built all day. She stepped into the pants and let him ease them up her hips as she maintained her demure composure. As he stood and slid behind her to measure the waist, she imagined that thick hard cock she had masturbated to several times, just. Demarre." Wendy said with a smile. Following as the woman walked her toward a door off to the left of her office. She wasn't surprised to find a small bedroom next to the office."Dear I told you to call me Marie when we are in private." Mrs. Demarre said as they entered the room."Of Course Marie. How may I serve you today?"The woman smiled as they walked into the room. "I would like to see you naked today Wendy." She said and turned to face the girl.Wendy felt herself getting a little warm.