‘Oh my god.’ He breathed his words. ‘So hot. Oh god, baby, yes!’ ‘Come for me, baby. Come for me now.’ Her voice was commanding. ‘I want...to feel you.’ His eyes opened to meet hers. She held his eyes there, whispering again, ‘Come for me, baby.’ Holding his wrists with her hands, and his hips with her knees, she moved deliberately, quickening and slowing, matching his breathing. He filled her and she held him, tightening her wet walls. Again and again she rose and fell on him, until the release. Who was he? When she got to her usual stop she felt impelled to stay on the train and see where he got off; and when he did, she followed him to his workplace.She explained that she could think of no excuse for following me into the building and knew she could not hang around outside all day so she had reluctantly gone to work, returning as soon as she could to stake the place out and follow me. But she had got there too late, and missed me."And if you had seen me and followed me home," I. Brooke moaned in want as she fingered herself, getting wetter by the moment. The cue came. Bryan walked on.Bryan began kissing her ample cheeks, rubbing on them, before finally licking her tight, sweet treasure.“Uhh. Yeah.”“Fuck. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”Bryan kept consuming her juices while grabbing Brooke’s ass cheek firmly. She started to moan louder, almost fueling Bryan to satisfy Brooke more. His tongue danced downward. He began to rim Brooke’s tight asshole, eventually tasting it.“Ugh!. I called their home.Their father took the call: “With Roger Graham.” “Hey mister Graham, you’re speaking with Peter van Dyke” I answered.“Yeah?” He asked, not sounding particularly interested. “The employer of your daughters.”Suddenly he became very interested: “Ohh yeah! Hi, nice to meet you! I hope they aren't being too lazy!”“No, no. Not at all! But, they are a little bit less quick than I had hoped, which is why I’m calling actually.”“Oh, you want me to have a word with them? Just you wait.