I could see that it reallywas going to be a fashion show. I was going to have to try everythingon. Putting the jacket on the sleeves came to just belo... the elbow.There were no buttons or zipper to close it up."This is comfortable," I stated."Next." Next was a pair of trousers. They were straight legged pinkpants. I took my cargo shorts off and my shirt. Thinking that would haveto go at some point anyway. Jasmin quickly grabbed them both and placedthem in a trash can. The pants fit well but came. "I start pressing and rubbing her clit harder. She lets out a groan of pain. "Am I pressing too hard?" Yes Sir a little easier please."I ease up the pressure but rub faster. She has now shamelessly rolling her hips on me. Every here and there she rolls her hips too much and my hand falls off. I reach back in and get back too it. Which always gets a loud gasp as I start over.Stacey feels like she is hyperventilating. It is wonderful and absolutely-wonderfully torturous at the same time, and she. " Bridget said."So can I ask how old you are?" I finally said. I figured at least early 20's or so, considering the work we do together."I'm 22. Is that old enough?" Bridget said with a laugh."Yep. That's plenty old enough." I said."How old are you?" she finally said."I'm 42," I said.She smiled. "Your the same age as my dad. That's kinda sexy," Bridget said.So I had to ask. "Not to sound crude, but are you this open with every guy you meet?" I said.She laughed. "Nope. Actually I'm not. Truth be. I wanted more. I wanted to taste his balls. "Grkhhcan guuhhh I suuukkfff yougbaawwwwllsss" I muffled through his thick cock, constantly pressed in the back of my throat. Mr. UPS laughed, looking down at his spoil of war, he slide his cock out of my horny bitch boi's mouth and let his big balls dangle in front of my face. I was in heaven. Sucking on those smelly balls, I could feel the wrinkles in the skin, taste his pubes, inhale that man scent. That week at the club wasn't a dream, I got.