“Come in! And, please Brontae call me ‘Princeton’ or ‘P.T.’. Would you like something to drink?” “Yeah. That’s cool.” “What do you...want?” “I have most everything.” “You got a beer?” “Yes, but you can’t drink and drive leaving here,” he smiled. “Yeah!” “Let me grab it. Go ahead and take a seat.” Princeton rushed off to the kitchen and pulled a Corona from his stainless steel fridge. He also helped himself to more merlot. He returned and took up a seat on the couch. “How are classes,” the booster. She said she was going to miss her flight and that she had nothing illegal on her. Her friends watched as the girls grabbed each arm and dragged her over to a large steel door that led into the one way glass window room. The door slammed shut as Francine looked over her shoulder at her friends in desperation. Francine ended up in the large cold room with the one way window. She could see out it into the main security area. This was where they watched travelers being processed. Francine could. And of course the major interior painting. I didn't plan to buy a paintbrush at all, so I went looking for a painter. Before he retired, I had called Ed for the kind of thing, so I gave Lucas a try."Lucus it's Maxine, I need a favor," I said."How long you been back in town?" He asked. It was not going to be a fun conversation I could just tell."A couple of days, I have arranged to buy the old Capitol Finance company building. I need a good painter, do you happen to know one." That's only a few. His finger was again inside my panties but this time he was searching for my arsehole. That was a first for me, my tender virgin butt hole was unused to penetration of any kind at that time. I tensed when he tried to enter and he felt it. Leaning down he took my ear lobe in his mouth and started licking my ear, filling it with icky sticky saliva. I tingled and squirmed and as my body was responding to this new sensation I suddenly felt his middle finger slip inside my arse hole. God, it was.