Piotrowski agreed that it couldn't hurt to put forth the extra effort to comply with the mystery correspondent's wishes. Scott handed the stack of pri...ntouts over. Mr. Piotrowski seemed pleased that they had managed to sell so much of the remaining inventory.At the house the crew was busy sanding. There were five guys up on the scaffolding. Mr. Mason waved and said that he was ready to do the inspection of the interior work."Let me get this dog set up and then I'm all yours." You know we could. I hold Ben Sheppard’s arm and hold myself close to him. I am depending on him to guide me because my eyes aren’t watching where I’m walking. I’m looking up and down Seventh Street for a face I might know. We round the corner and Ben opens the door and—like that—I’m in a sex shop. I’m surprised. ‘Hello again,’ a female clerk says to my Ben. I shoot him a glance. ‘I was here earlier to make sure it was a place you’d be comfortable in. Hello again,’ he shoots back to the clerk. She is a pretty. I slowly slid my lips on her pussy and started to lick. It was tasting very sexy. It was warm, sweet and smooth juice. I was licking it for almost 10 minutes now. I could feel she was slowly getting hot. She moved back and sat down pulling her panty down. She let me touch and finger it for a while.Meanwhile she moved my veatti and took my cock in her hand and started to shake it. Though my penis is small in size, she like it very much. Her soft hands on my penis, I felt like I was flying in. Having a piss, Frances pulled down her tracksuit bottoms, having made an earlier decision to throw it away and revert to her selection of smart business suits and stockings, combined with her trademark of impossibly high heeled stilettos. Her urine flowed as strong as always while Frances examined first the inner crotch section of her very very expensive tracksuit finding no tell tale stains. With a satisfied smirk, she checked the gusset of her flowery patterned briefs, which was clean too..