I drag her in and swing her over to the bed as she causally falls and flips over. As I lock the door behind me and start the shower my small closest s...ze bathroom is a small walk-in shower sliding glass door also in green. I let the hot water run for a few while I take off my top off revealing my nice shape and ripped arms and back with a few tattoos evenly spread out around my upper body. She’s in the bed taking off her high heels off and adjusting her chain trying to undo the collar part but. 'Sure Jo, come on by. You'll have to excuse the place though, it's amess.'And it hits me that this is my name. Jo. Short for something, Joanne orJosephine, or Joanna, or some other girl's name. On the whole, it couldhave been worse, but my name is John, not Jo.I force myself to concentrate again, and I leave my apartment about 2minutes after I entered. Keep moving, that's the new philosophy.Stuart's apartment is in the same building, a little nicer than mine,better view, as it's on the 60th. Let’s just leave this bit at, “it’s complicated”, shall we?Save to say - I fucking love going down on her.And she loves me going down on her.She has a very pretty – and I don’t care what she thinks of me saying that – little pussy, and her nub sits proud at the top of her lips, so easy to arouse. I love it. She tastes utterly wonderful. If I sit and really think about it, I have to say she has the best tasting cunt I have ever had. Dipping my tongue into her honeypot, literally drawing her. “You’re a bad girl, Julie, being naughty like that right out in the open.” She squeezes my breasts outside of my shirt with one hand, supporting herself on the bed with her other. I’ve never been talked to like that before, but it makes me burst with lust.“I can be your bad girl,” I whisper, a little more confident than before.“Not a chance.” She squeezes my nipple through my shirt and I squirm with a giggle.“Why not?” I ask.“Because you’re going to be my good girl. You’re going to do as I say,.