I scrambled to turn my bicycle around and started to ride it in, but she stopped and half-turned her head, ?Leave it. And the helmet. They will not be...molested.? Her smirk made my skin crawl.For a moment, only for a moment, I wondered whether I ought to go in. She’d known my surname, indicating that the card had either been meant for me, after all, or it had been meant for another person by my surname. Also, she’d known I was from America. It seemed far more likely, now, that I was the intended. Not unusual, but she looked pissed. VERY pissed. "What the fuck were you doing? What is that?" She growled. Before I could stop her, she had taken some of the cum I missed on my chin. "You son of a bitch! You never told me you were a cocksucker!" Her words cut, but also gave me a thrill at being called a cocksucker. "Baby listen..." I stammered out, but the slam of the door cut my sentence short. She was gone. Wow, I was feeling kinda low. There's only one thing that will cheer me up now. I. "I can't believe there would be anything more you could possibly get from her after observing her performance today," she started, making the opening gambit."The bitch is stubborn." Oh, come on. She's dying to serve you. It couldn't be that hard." You have no idea."Damon was opening up to this lady. His guard was down. She was easy to talk to. He had never had someone he could talk about his work with, someone who understood."Anything I could do to help?" she asked carefully. This was the make. "You're fucking crazy," Megan said."I've heard that before," Claire replied. "But I can see from thoserock-hard nipples that you're turned on. I bet your pussy is wet evenas we speak." Her voice sounded different- sultry and husky, almost asif another person was in her body, a sexy slutty person.I moved between Megan and the door. I didn't see my sister any more, Isaw a fine young piece of ass. Claire droned on. "I'd love to suck on those nice nipples of yours,baby," she said, touching one.