Ellen sat on the couch beside me, just an inch out of "personal" range. She was soft and warm that night as we passed pleasantries. I took that as a g...od sign."Tell me about Bozo," I said, referring to the guy she evicted three weeks ago. He had flaming red hair, but the reason for the Bozo comment was he didn't have a real or serious bone in his body."He was not the right man for me," she said, watching me over her wine glass. "I need someone special. Someone who understands and loves me.". We went into the largest spare bedroom on the second floor. Annabellewas waiting at a desk. During my afternoon nap the room appeared to havebeen kitted out like a clinic. Despite my surprise, I remembered tocurtesy to Annabelle, who curtly responded to my, "Good afternoon, MissAnnabelle, how may I serve you," with an instruction to disrobe.The next hour was an extended series of humiliations. I was weighed, myheight, chest, waist, hip, legs and arms were closely measured. I wasfastened into a. . She said nice. . .We dint have enough time or space to get naked so i pulled down her top and guys trust me. . Her boobs were fantastic. . I munched on them for a bit, , gave her a few hikes and she knelt her down. .She is one of these girls who love giving a blow job. She started cupping my balls. And spat on my cock in a line. .She moved her hands to and fro on my cock with her spit and gently started keeping her tongue on my dick. She licked both sides and then slowly started taking it in.. I lay back a bit further and spreading my legs open. I started to run my leg up and down my thigh but his eyes stuck straight to the road, not even glancing in my direction. I signed heavily trying to catch his attention as I pushed up my skirt slightly and traced my finger along the line of my pale pink pants. I thought for a second his eyes flickered towards me but I couldn't be sure. I continued run my finger around my pussy, the only thing separating my finger and the slippery pink.