She then proceeded to play a mix on her computer which mus have been part of her plan; she was determined. She had me put my back against the wall and... slowly started to grind on me. I she grabbed my hands and put them on her hips and she moved perfectly to the beat of the song playing. Feeling her ass through her leggings rub all over my cock through my jeans was causing me to grow quickly. I knew she felt how hard she was making me because she made sure to keep my hard cock between her ass. I simply nodded agreement and followed the concierge out into the living room again. “When she gets out, I’ll do the same.”“Of course. Could I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Something harder?”“Only if you will join us.”He smiled. “It’s still early in the day, so perhaps just some coffee.”“Well, you and Marilyn can have coffee, but if possible, I’d prefer tea,” I replied. After all, this place used to belong to the Brits, so maybe they still did tea.He nodded and went off to the side room. If I had ever been called on to defend myself, I would have failed miserably, I’m sure.When I started my senior year of high school I’d decided my future lay in 3D and digital graphic design. I set my sights on the Ringling College of Art and Design in Sarasota. My eighteenth birthday came and I was looking forward to graduation.Then we got some news that shoved all my concentration on my near future onto the back burner. Uncle Beau was coming home to train for a fight that was to be held at. There was Jordyn again giving instructions in my head. She seemed to like the way I did her hair and wiggled her butt against me. "I don't want to shave you. I like trimmed hair on a wet pussy." Mmmm, that feels good. Just like Mom does it with lots of fingers. Keep going."I rinsed her hair and turned her around to put in the conditioner. She put her wet soapy breasts against me and felt my hard cock between us. "Would that hard thing be for me?" No, I'll just keep it for myself."I didn't.