Steven couldn't place her accent. Polish, or maybe Russian. Exotic. Sexy.Stay put. Stay quiet. She'd realise it was only her imagination.Steven waited... for a while, long enough for his thudding heart to subside from somewhere around his throat to back in his chest where it belonged. No more challenges came from the girl. She must have decided it was a cat or rat and put it out of her mind. Steven leaned around the corner for a peek... ... and saw a flat black pair of sunglasses staring back at. Suck it, cunt! Stunned, and figuring that further resistance would be futile, I took it in my mouth and, hands unavailable because of the handcuffs, used my lips to peel back the foreskin and begin laving the head with my tongue. As his cock gained firmness, he continued to hold my head in place. I heard him say to someone, presumably the redhead, Youll deal with this mouthy little bitch, wont you. My mind works in strange ways, and not just the gentle tug daring me to try ever more risky. I think we should use both types, and the best place is your house. You have all your clothes there, and the familiar back ground will be better.’ ‘Sounds like you’re organized. We can pick up some food on the way home.’ An hour later they were wolfing down burgers and talking about how she should pose. ‘I think for the stuff you’re going to e-mail your clothes should show what you look like every day. And the poses should be doing normal stuff like washing dishes, reading, even watching TV.’. I caressed and molded my hand to her body over her clothes and kissed her again. At one point, I kissed down her neck and into the cleavage of her dress, romancing her body just outside the lines of her dress.Joan groaned. With a shrug and adjustment, she bared herself from the waist up. I hadn’t realized it, but the bra was built into the dress and fell away as the dress did.I’m smart. I can take a hint. Joan’s nudity from the waist up was a hint. I was on her like white on rice. Her breasts.