Even Molly's trust in me would eventually be shaken if I talked about what went on with my other 'clients'.I admired Molly's athletic figure as she di...srobed. Her muscular physique still had enough feminine curves for even the most discrimating of tastes, and the spattering of freckles all over her body only served, in my eyes, to enhance her desirability.When she was completely bare, I placed a blindfold over her eyes."Do you trust me, Molly?" I whispered through the flames of her hair.She. The titillating part about this is that you don't know how long the candle is and how fast it's burning.My next mystery play things are simply nipple clamps. You give me just enough room to reach under you and clip onto your lovely tits. They don't bother you as your rest back onto them, you just feel the grip of them squeezing your nipples. Next I grab a bottle of oil and squirt it over your body and start rubbing it in. Over your back. Around your thighs. Down your legs. Onto your feet.. Stuff like that. We won’t know about those until we can get back into the house -- maybe later today, or tomorrow.”“Elise, Alan should be calling around noon or so. We’ll figure out what we can do, but in the interim, if you need cash or anything else, we can arrange it.”“Thanks, Tina. I appreciate the help. Please have him call when he can.”And now a text to Alan: “Emergency with Elise and Joe. Call me ASAP.”An hour later, my phone buzzed -- Alan. I answered, “Alan, thanks for calling. No. Once I had gotten my composure back, the brunette moved towards me. ‘It’s Courtney’s turn now,’ she said before placing her hands on the bed. I took that as my cue that she wanted to be fucked by me, as opposed to her fucking me. I did not disappoint, placing my tip against her slit and pushing just slightly inside, just enough to draw a light moan from her lips. I gave her the common courtesy (as if there was place for any in this environ) of asking her how she wanted it. She answered, ‘Fuck.