Fortunately, just down the street was a little Greek restaurant named Cupid's Pita. It even had a drive-through.The guy working window had a great phy...ique, a great tan, and curly black hair with just a touch of gray around the temples. He was wearing a white pleated miniskirt -- oh, excuse me, a foustanella -- held up by a gauzy sash. A badge on the sash claimed his name was Socrates. He gave me a funny look and a once-over but at least he spoke to my face."I think I recognize you," he began.. They did manicures too. My nails were buffed, polished with twocoats of a deep red, and lacquered with protective clear coat. with twocoats of a deep red. I felt an insatiable hunger when I held up myhands admiringly, my long fingers holding my cigarette. As sublime as it was to have my hair styled with those layers andflairs, and to have my nails so expertly shaped and polished, it wasbeyond all that when I held up the mirror as she attended to myeyebrows. This was a risk. She plucked. She walked a little bit and stopped. Then walked some more. I could tell she was feeling the unique sensation of walking in public wearing a clit clip.“Pretend you are reading messages on your phone,” I WhatsApp-ed her. “Otherwise people will wonder why you are walking funny.”“This is amazing,” she returned. “I could just cum in public from this.”I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to interfere with what she was feeling.I went back inside, leaving her to experiment with her clit clip. Apparently, it. "Oooohhhh. Uhmmmm," Vic' hips were tightening. His cock was getting bigger, stretching her mouth even wider. Then Vic stopped. Dee's senses could feel the white hot black man jism squirt twice over her tongue. It was liquid love. "Don't swallow it!" he ordered as he pinched off his cock at the base and pulled it out. Then he released it and allowed three more ejaculations to spill over her tongue and bottom lip. Dee used her finger to catch the cum on her lip. She eagerly pressed her lips on.