It was a quite striking look, even if I did say so myself and I might be the only one who would have. I would likely be described generously by a fash...on writer as statuesque. A way to politely avoid saying tall, thin, and gnarly looking.It took a few seconds for the men to get used to the way I looked, Sylvia was of course an instant sensation. Her glamor brought the guys around and after a couple of minutes with us, they realized that I also brought something to the party.As the night wore on. It did look hot and his cock was huge. He asked for the camera back to take more pictures. Telling me to shake my ass for him. I did and the camera flashed. He then asked me to push back onto his cock a little not enough to put it in but enough to to look like he was fucking me. I told him ok but please don't try to put it in me. He pulled me up on all fours. He told me that he wouldn't thrust forward and I would be controlling the movement. I pushed back and his cock was aimed perfect, it. Janet wore a housedress, summery yellow, with white, lacy trim. She had finished her second cup of coffee when she suddenly became aware that she had not put her bra on. That was unusual. She never went without a bra, yet she was naked under the top of her dress. She had, she remembered with a relieved sigh, put panties on.“Four more days,” Shari said.“For what?” Barry asked.“Our birthday, silly,” she reminded him.“Hey! You’re right!” Barry grinned. “I can hardly wait?”“Me, either!” Shari. For the past seven years, Santiago had been a mercenary for hire. He had worked for a series of ruthless cartels in South America before deciding to get out of the business. Mercenaries like him had a short shelf life in the cocaine trade.During a cocaine deal at the rehab center, Santiago had joined Max's army after Max offered him a cut if he would kill the cartel's number two man and frame the man's younger brother. The deal had proved highly profitable, and Santiago could have retired, but.