I do and her client is some approx age 45 5' 8" 230 pound sloppy blond milf. But Melanie is a approx age 30 cutie petite little bitch with a dutch boy... haircut and wearing flip flops exposing the dearest little perfect feet with black toenail polish, mmmmmmmm!So anyway I hang around in frustration thinking about Melanie. Then the gig is up and I lock up.But low and behold I get home and Melanie is already calling me, and tells me to come back to unlock again because there's another client. It felt like a mild electric shock! I put my hand on his to try and stop him but I was nowhere near strong enough and he just held onto my inner thigh and wouldn’t move. I gave him a hard stare and whispered for him to get off me but then Ollie, no doubt realising what his friend was up to, started to do the same. Slowly, my dress was pushed right up and I suddenly felt fingers tracing the edges of my panties which I could feel were getting wet. I was virtually being held in that position. He dimmed the lights as he walked to her with a remote he held in his hand which only made him look even sexier. If his chest was any indication of how the rest of his body looked, he was built like a god. He had a flat stomach with abs that showed he frequented the gym often. There was no hair on his chest and he had a tattoo on his left bicep. He grabbed her hand and led her to the brown leather couch. Calise took a deep breath. ‘Here we go.’ she thought. ‘God she’s beautiful’ Deondre said. “hey Morgan” he said back normally “how’s your book?”“Rad, why are you home, why were you just smelling my head?” I groaned. I was not in the mood to deal with this when I thought I would have a few hours to myself. He walked around the couch to the front and took a seat next to me. He leaned back and stretched his arms out on the couch, thankfully I was far enough away that one arm wasn’t around me.“ahh I just wasn’t feeling it” he breathed. He looked at me up and down, his eyes stopping at.