Whatever it was that had been flying around them had just landed on her. She hiked her skirt up a bit and rubbed along her inner thigh. A bite? A stin...g? Whatever it was, it caused her to rub at it, her legs spreading even farther, as much as her short skirt would allow.Mmmm... she was rubbing her thigh, that soft skin, so close to her panties. My speed increased. I was so close to cumming. She was rubbing her thigh, I was rubbing my clit. My black panties were soaked as I kept watching her red. When she just stared at me blankly, I expanded my question. “How will I receive the list?” I said, trying very hard not to sound angry or frustrated.“The names will be in a text to your private number.” she answered. “Detailed instructions will be in an email to your Fibonacci account.” She squinted and lowered her eyebrows. “I don’t know what that means,” she said.“I do,” I answered. “I have a phone number that almost nobody knows. And I have a special numbered email account that I don’t give. She knew the rule no hands. How she wanted to touchHim. Slowly He began to wake as He grew bigger in her mouth. Take all of Himonce again. This time I was a struggle now that he was erect. ?Good morning,pet.? He growled and moaned He began to fuck her face a few times. He was sohard. He then pulled Himself out of her mouth. She looked at His face. She wasconfused.? Did she do something wrong shebegan to panic.? He just smiled andstroked her cheek. ?Comehere pet,? She smiled She straddled His. I looked over to see him lifting some weights above his head, only wearing a pair of tiny shorts. I’d never seen a man that looked so fit. His whole body was full of rippling muscles. He looked like someone off Baywatch, but with cheap tattoos on his arms. I must have been staring at him for a couple of minutes, because I was startled when he dropped the weights, grinned and went into one of those poses that makes a bodybuilders’ body look like it’s going to explode. Embarrassed I ran into.