The well-dressed woman was sitting in the leather chair. Luxurious honey-blonde hair was piled up on her head, and it was obvious the purse she carrie... was from Hermes. Fenton shook his head. This was his first presentable client in the two weeks since he'd been working at Miss Pratt's. He'd gotten a lot of self-hating fat girls a?hairy transsexual ?and one amputee--ugh! All wanted the strap, but not too hard--turned out they didn't hate themselves as much as they thought, or were just. You push your body back against mine, not wanting me to stop. You let out a slight whimper, not knowing how close I was to cumming through you. So we continue to the bed, and desire takes over. I lay you on the bed climbing on top of you, kissing you as if it were our last. Then I slowly crawl down your delicious body all while inhaling your scent. As you are unzipping your jeans, you slide them out from underneath you with your legs in the air. I then dive right in. Panties still on and moved. " said Chuck. I shut the door and locked the top.I turned around and Stephanie had already shut the door to the restroom. I pulled back my sheets on my bed and sat on the edge of the bed. I heard a noise from next door. I got up and put my ear on the connecting door. I could hear Chuck and his wife going at it. A few seconds later the noise stopped. I heard Chuck bathroom door slam and his wife yell at him. I guess he struck out. I looked around the room. I took anther sip of beer as I was. Then he trailed his tongue over my stomach right to the waist of my skirt. I remember vividly what he said then: ‘No matter how much I love seeing you in this skirt it has to go.’ In a flash, I was in nothing but my panties and my boots. He was like a crazed maniac, growling and telling me that my sexy underwear had to go as well. Quick as lightning it was somewhere on the floor.Then he took an ice cube to my womanly charm. The sensations of having the cold cube, his hot breath, and his moist.