" Fine," she groused.I slipped out of bed, stretching naked, and ran my hands through my long, blue-black hair, fingers catching in the tangled mess. ... glanced at the bed; Abigail had buried herself back under the blankets, curled up into a ball.I snorted in frustration, and yanked the covers off the girl. "Get up, Abby-chan."She lay naked, her plump breasts peaking around her arms, and her brown hair covering her face. She grabbed the pillow and buried her head underneath it, muttering, "Just. He began pumping away on me while he reached around and fondled my breasts. Oh shit, that was feeling so exquisite. Before I knew it, I started cumming. With him sliding over my prostate, I just kept flowing. In about 30 minutes, I felt his cock start to swell and twitch, then explode deep in my bowels. Four, five, six strong jets of hot man milk flooding me. I started to feel it running down my leg as it was so full it was leaking out. He must have really been saving up for tonight! We. " Ready for what?" I asked. Ms. Heart didn't answer, so I followed her downstairs. "You look beautiful." Bobby said."Thank you, so do you." I looked at Bobby in his little black dress that hugged all his curves. "Enough talk, ladies. Let's go, we have reservations." Ms. Heart said."Where are we going?' I asked."To dinner, silly. You didn't expect us to get all dress up and stay inside." Ms. Heart replied as she handed me a purse. It took us ten minutes to get to the restaurant. It was a seafood. I struggled to put on my shoes, then gave up and, playing the slave girl, stepped from the Rolls Royce and walked barefoot to where Brad was standing at the open front doors. ‘Very good,’ he said, eying me appreciatively. We passed through a huge living room, quite austerely decorated and furnished, mostly in white, gray, and black, but with a few dramatic splashes of color: a red chair, an indigo vase, and paintings on the the wall. ‘Max Beckman,’ Brad said. ‘My favorite of the German.