‘You might be right, darlin’. You might be right.’ Behind them, Roxy entered the dressing room and came over. She was counting out dollar bills.... Vanja kept her back to her, wiping the perspiration from her armpits and neck, and from those great, pendulous breasts. ‘Here you go, ladies. Nice job.’ Vanja turned, smiled politely, took the cash. Counted it professionally. ‘What’s this shit?’ ‘Hey, that’s what Luis said I should give you. You gotta problem, go see Luis.’ Vanja, pissed as hell,. Kira was adamant about using protection, and that apparently bothered her boyfriend. I decided to pounce on that. Yes, I had already started flirting with her long before the breakup but this time I was more aggressive. I wanted her, and I wanted her to know it. I also saw a look in her eyes that suggested she wanted revenge on the fucker that cheated on her. That night would be perfect since we were working very late. We had put together the finishing touches on one project and we had to. I imagined how it would feel to have his tongue distracting me while his hands sneaked up my sweater and find the surprise of something fancy and lacy underneath. Would he dare grope the fullness of my breasts that poured out over of the top of my bra, or would he be brave enough to pull the fabric of my bra down and rub my nipples enough to cream my panties. I imagined his hands fumbling to unbutton and unzip my jeans and climbing over me on the back leather bench. Would he keep my jeans on to. I always carry a camera with my now after I saw a model escort who let me take photos. So I took a ton of photos, I even took photos of her holding/stroking my cock and balls, I asked her to spread her pussy and ass told her what positions I wanted her in she refused nothing, after using all my film I asked if I could cum on her she said no you can cum in my pussy or on floor, I decided to cum on floor, I wank so fast as I looked at her face she was watching me wank , she had a big grin on her.