"He left the room, again bolting the door and left Ann still sitting in the center of the bed, her arms ineffectually thrown around her exposed breast... and thighs. As soon as he was out the door, Ann tried the dressing room door. She remembered it had clothing in it. It was locked. She went into the bathroom and found on a dressing table, all the things a woman needs for her toilet. There were several packs of cigarettes and a small silver tray of the thin brown hashish cigarettes. She looked. “No. Not if you really don’t want to. But it’ll be mighty disappointing if you don’t. Cause I think you really had fun the other night, and today you’re not drunk so you’ll be able to remember everything.” When he finished speaking he just stood there looking at her for a minute, before adding, “If you don’t want to we’ll leave it at that and this will be the end of our dealings together.”“Ok.” Amelia said, then reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off over the pumps she had. ." My name's Brooke," she smiles. "Brooke Andrews. And my eyes are up here."I want to tell her that I was only looking at her nametag, but the words won't come out. I just stammer incoherently. My face starts to redden, but the strange thing is that the harder I blush, the wider she smiles. Finally, I clear my throat and start again."Well, Brooke, I'm sure you've got an excellent line of cleaners, but I don't think you've got what I'm looking for. I tried the new Miele Capricorn Luna a few. He hadn't said she was beautiful in months, and she was beginning to think that he no longer found her attractive. Their sex had been sporadic and uninspired recently. She raised her knees and reached around to angle the tip of his hard cock up against her pussy slit. She squeezed his member gently, moving it up and down her outer lips. It felt nice.He pushed. The tip of his turgid erection pushed into her about an inch. Angela gasped, surprised but pleased. "That's dangerous..." she cooed back.