“Eeiihhh!” She said something else I couldn't understand. Must be her native tongue she was babbling..talking to her ancestors or unknown spirits... I pulled my head loose and made a dive at her open thighs, where all the action was.She used her fingers to pull her labia apart, knowing my tongue was headed that way. I locked my lips onto her clit and sucked the organ inside deeply, bringing more incoherent talk from her. Her taste reminded me of caramel, and she was cumming profusely, the. ’ ‘Good. Make sure you carry on keeping tabs and tell me immediately of changes. I need you to do one more thing for me.’ Charles sighed. This didn’t sound good. ‘You see, I’m getting sick of reports on how happy they are. It’s boring me and there’s nothing I like more than entertainment.’ He laughed, ‘I’m meeting up with Alin on Monday and I want you to hire a journalist, photographer or whatever the you want- and make sure they get the best intimate shot of us. I want it to be released in the. You're not put out by my presence, I hope?" Oh no," said Tiffany hastily. "I just, er ..." Unable to think what tosay, she took another sip of her wine. Miranda seemed amused by this,but made no attempt to call attention to her guest's discomfort, orindeed increase it. To the contrary, she engaged in light conversation,which continued when her husband joined them, and indeed throughout thedinner.Tiffany was so out of practice at feeling relaxed and comfortable thatit took her a good hour to. " I smiled and then heard foot steps on the other end and she "sighed." I said "I really need to know your measurements."She said "I have never measured my self and I've grown since my wedding night." I said "you've grown in all the right places." She said "tonight come over at 8pm and bring $250 and I will let you measure me." Then another pause and she said "you can measure my body but can't touch me."The 2ND night was just like the first and I walked in and put down $250 on the table and.