” You’ve never told me that before but I get the lotion and start at your feet and work my way up your body. You smile as you see working it in, a... you’re working your hair and starting your make up. You say, “You’re doing a good job Mattie, I think you deserve a treat. Laura, I think Mattie would love to pick your outfit for tonight, would you like that?” She is a bit tipsy and says, “Sure, that’s a cute idea.” You smile and say, “Go pick something sexy. I think tonight Laura wants to try a. I met Carmella Hernandez at an Irish pub called Darragh's wearing black khakis and a purple dress shirt both by Hugo Boss. My sneakers were the cheapest black Vans in the store. Carmella Hernandez was a 40 year old fourth generation Mexican-American woman who lacked any kind of accent. She weighed 77 kg and was 175 cm tall. Her hair was wavy, parted in the middle and not a single one was grey. Her bust was modest but her nipples were enormous, standing out against her scarlet blouse. She wore. I thought you would just, you know, feel me up or something. Go ahead, do whatever you want.” I decided to be less scared, thinking that might make him less ... angry... afraid?I wished I could press my breast into his hand, instead of my throat. I watched him as he looked all around again. He had a gentle face, but it was tight, his lips were drawn thin. I wondered what they would feel like on my clitoris.He returned his gaze to me, looking at my naked body. I watched him. His eyes fixed on my. Me u*********sly licked her lips as she watched a single drop of sweat roll down Clara's chest between her jiggling breasts before looking over at the other girl's eye line. It was a large, dirty structure, several stories high and probably running several stories underground as well and belching black smoke. "Looks like a Resource Collector," she said as she once again tugged her pants up, "It draws in the resources of the area around it, and converts them to energy for shipping."Clara looked.