And one other thing, before you go see Dean Malcomb, get rid of that strip of fur on your pussy!" Alright Jason, if that's what you want me to do. I'l... try to give Dean Malcomb a thrill he'll never forget."Jason then added, "When you're done, be sure to tell him you were a gift from a grateful employee. Say no more than that. Just get dressed and leave." Whatever you want Jason." Susan then hung up the phone and headed to her bathroom. She needed to bathe and get rid of the patch of pussy fur. Just a little shook up is all.’ After she composed herself, she smiled and asked, ‘So, you can talk after all?’ He smiled warmly at her, as he saw the torn strap and exposed bra and reached over to her. He noticed that the scratches were superficial, and he took hold of the two ends of her dress strap. Normally she might have recoiled in fear that he was going to take advantage of her in some way, but she felt no fear. She allowed him to reposition her dress to cover her bra and tie the strap.. As we rested on the pool edge with just our flushed faces above the water, I reached under the water and caressed her arm and shoulder. She was hard as a rock, as was I at this point. She closed her eyes, let out a soft moan, said "This muscle looks pretty well developed", and kneaded my cock through my swim suit. Now, I may not be very muscular, but I'm not lacking in the penis department: I sport a fat 8 incher. As we caressed one another, our lips locked into a hot kiss till we started. I move closer to Michael and touch his wet T-shirt, feeling his rippling muscles and suddenly I feel a little safer. He pulls me closer and pushes his erect cock against my mound. The fear and arousal open the floodgates of my pussy. My wetness forces me to answer his advances by rubbing my clit against his still growing erection. “O, sweet goddess,” I gasp. I want to call out to Isis, the queen/wife/sister of Osiris, to make this happen. Then a loud group of American tourists enter the.