Now he had his second bedroom outfitted like some high tech security center, with a screen for each camera, recorders, playback units, the lot. He cou...d watch her wherever she went in her house, as well as listen to her in the bedroom, and he loved it. Consequently he hadn't rushed a repeat session with her in the salon.There was one more room where he wanted to put a camera, but he hadn't been able to find a place that gave the view he wanted but was hidden from sight, and anyway he decided he. Her eyes flew open as his scent washed over her and as her knees literally buckled beneath her, her nipples hardening, she knew exactly who it was. Lack of height restricted her view to sculpted pectorals, snugly encased in the soft black cotton of the club’s security uniform. Her gaze flew up to find his whiskey coloured eyes, above sharp cheekbones, boring into her. "Oh God," she breathed, although whether from embarrassment or instantaneous desire she didn't know. His pupils were dilated,. The sun descended and the sky grew darker. Southern California seemed like a forgotten paradise when Clarence had no other option but to worry about his future prospects with his loved one. Here he was, sitting alone in a bad neighborhood in the city of Rancho Cucamonga. He couldn't look anywhere else. He couldn't even think of anything else. He needed to know the truth.As soon as he finished cleaning his eyeglasses with his shirt, he finally spotted his girlfriend leaving the house. Michelle. Her hands both full of my hair, she pulled me up from her moist cleft. She thrust her hips against my face, saying, “Fuck me Grey! Fuck me now!” With a smile on my face and her essence on my nose and chin, I replied, “Not until I drink my fill from your cunt!”, and returned to my task of taking her over the edge once again. With my mouth covering her hooded clit, my tongue rasping against the sensitive nub and my fingers plunging noisily and relentlessly in and out of her wetness, she gave up.