"You want a blow job, baby?" He looked at me. "Hail yeah." he said. I got down on my knees at his feet. I was really excited because he was extremely ...hot looking. He was young, no more than 30, about 6',2" or 3", dressed hip-hop gangsta style, sagging jeans, baseball cap on backwards. He unbuckled his jeans and let them drop. He was wearing tight black & gray jockey shorts and his dick was making a big bulge in his shorts. I reached up and pulled down his jockey shorts, freeing his huge penis.. "Constance decided Beth's torn clothes would not do, and I fetched in a bag for the girl. She changed into an ordinary and, for her, very drab dress which stretched to conceal her abundant charms. We calmed ourselves with some ale, had a decent meal and went off to our rented room, the only one the place had, up under the eaves with an enormous bed and a tiny window.There was a certain amount of sexual tension in the air as the women disrobed, and I sat on the room's only chair to watch, legs. Once in place, it rides just above the waistline of the panties, up to her ribcage. It is not a very long one. She had chosen it because of its matchup with how the other garments in her ensemble rode on her. Selecting matched pieces from the Lesmith Collection at Agent Voyeur guaranteed her that they would go well together, patterns, materials and overall appeal assured. Careful attention to detail ensured there was no overlap, no bunching, no double layers of cloth standing in his way. Six. I wanted to be good to you."She took a long breath and I could tell she was winding down."Any complaints? Did you get your moneys worth?" I asked shamelessly as if she was paying me for my services.She answered my question with a kiss, lingering just long enough for me to get excited. "See how good I can be? Do you know how much you affect my feelings? It made me jealous when you were with Lacy. I've never felt that way before. Does that explain anything to you?"Laura put on the shirt that I.