Damien was rather impatient in motion. The back door was opened and loudly slammed into its housing before Nunzio could exit. ‘Follow her Nun, but a... a safe pecking distance. I want to ask the inheritance queen a few questions. Is it going to be business as usual? Or is she … clean?’ He grinned like a panther sighting prey. White ivories gleamed in the rearview mirror as Nunzio sent them traipsing after Victoria. Nunzio had recognized that dangerous look in Damien’s eye. The look always shown. "Nice full suck-lips!" With that, he pushed between them, "Open up, girl!" I couldn't think straight, the whole situation was so wrong. Up to then it was Marc and mainly older clients who had touched and used me, but only in the confined, and by now familiar space, of one of the backrooms at Marc's bar. But now, this stranger, who was about my age, and in a different place that didn't remind me at all of the whorehouse-like feeling I connected by now to my usual "workplace"?! I looked in fear. He slowly flicked over my clit teasing me, listening to me take sharp intakes of breath when he made me excited. Finding out what made me squirm and tense up; I could feel his fingers open my lips wider giving him the view of a lifetime. His tongue was the first to explore it felt like a warm spongy probe pushing all the right buttons, flicking back and forth over my clit as he inserted a finger into my pussy. ''Your really tight, Claire.'' ''Uh huh.'' was all I could reply. I ran my fingers. I took my hands under her belly and unknotted her nada pajami got loose. I started kissing at her back downward when I reached the curve of her spine. I started pulling her pajami and panty together. I did not want to give a chance for her also to say no to it. I was moving very slowly, kissing her each part, relishing the soft flesh of her butt. I kissed her ass crack. Then my nose went past her pussy. The smell was too good, I softly gave a kiss to her pussy lips and moved down to her.