Even encased in what must have been an industrial strength brassiere under her light top, they dominated the area. Her waist was pretty small for a bi... girl and her ass was pretty tempting. Her legs were very tight and tan and shiny with some sort of lotion or oil. Her feet drew me like magnets. Her shoes were very tiny with open toes and her toenails were painted the same shade, that I call "Whore Red," as my Mustang.She didn't shy away from my appraisal. In fact, she reveled in it. It was. I could feel their dampness as I held them in my hands. A generous amount of transparent fluid glistened across the pink fold of her pussy, its mild fragrance blending with the scent of the rain and the damp earth outside. It felt like a natural, reflex action for me to find myself drawn in between her legs, pulling myself up closer to the scent of her sex. She briefly wriggled and hummed in satisfaction when I licked her the first time. I could feel myself growing increasingly aroused by her. She was to do everything in her power to keep him unaware.Monish and his crew hadn't used her hard that first day, but they had phoned her to service clients nearly every night after. He always staggered his sessions with Lars'. He clearly had someone on the inside who knew when Lars wanted her. Luckily, those parties were only once a week, sometimes twice. Monish was making a lot of money on those other nights. He used the videotapes of her as teasers for his clients, then provided the real. After dinner, Laurie and Cory had bugged out, announcing they were going to watch television for a while. Casting a nervous glance at their parents, they had practically run up the stairs to their room. While Malcolm was not at all sure what Caroline and Anita had planned for this evening, he was sure it would be enjoyable.“It is a rather unusual lifestyle, I suppose you could say,” replied John calmly.“I suppose that would be an accurate assessment. I take it that you don’t mind?”“Mind? No,.