She was trying to put me off you.’ She looked up at me and shook back her long blonde hair. ‘She tried but instead she actually made me fancy you....Why else do you think I have been letting you see up my skirt and down my top?’Now I was on the back foot and didn't know what to say so it was my turn to splutter. ‘She liked me to spank her!’ I said, wondering how convincing that would sound to another woman. ‘What else did she tell you?’Samantha's hand was back on the front of my trousers, rubbing. ..)"Phew, what a day!" you gladly collapse into the chair in the kitchen and stretch your arms above your head before leaning back and closing your eyes. You can feel yourself drifting off to sleep and into a dream where a thousands hands and lips tend to your naked body. A smile forms as in a state of half-sleep you adjust your body to a more comfortable position and slyly slip a hand down the front of your trousers. But when your head makes contact with something unexpected you open your eyes. She had curled her blonde hair so that it lay on her shoulders, soft and lustrous. She had never looked lovelier."Pow," I said, gazing at her in awe.She blushed, shook her head, and dragged me into the house by my arm. She looked around quickly, then reached up and gave me a quick peck on the lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick."Take it easy, Ray. You look like you're walking to your own execution. It's only dinner," she said with a bit of a smirk.She led me into the living room. Her. Tina?” Sophie approached unaffected by TC’s scorn. “What is it again, daddy?” “I want to see your sexual worker license,” TC requested. Reaching her license out of an inner pocket of her jacket, Sophie gave it to him. TC grabbed the license and scanned it thoroughly. “Haha!” he laughed. “You messed up. I don’t know how you managed to find a license ID, but the stamp doesn’t go over to the photo area. So, it’s obvious that it’s a fake! Nobody would ever place a stamp in a license with no photo.