"Nach einer Weile suchen fand ich die richtige Kommode und ?ffnete dieoberste Lade. Dutzende Paare von Nylonstr?mpfen lagen dort feins?uberlich nach F...arben und Formen sortiert. Ich w?hlte eine Schachtel ausund ?berreichte diese Madame deMontrose. Sie nahm die Str?mpfe aus derSchachtel und lie? sie durch ihre Finger gleiten. Dann schickte sie michnach einem Unterrock, einem H?ftg?rtel und Schuhen.Ich half ihr beim Umlegen des H?ftg?rtels und als sie die Nylons auf ihreBeine rollte stellte ich. It took me a good two minutes to get myself under control. I motioned him to go inside.He had on a white golf shirt like his InTime shirt, with no logo. The collar was turned up for God's sake.His brand new jeans were pre-faded and carefully pre-torn. To get a pair of normally-colored jeans this faded he would have had to buy them before his bar mitzvah.He finished off the look with a pair of tan, Steve Madden flip flops with an almost squared-off toe. All he needed was an imported beer in his. There were two separate views that he knew would be spectacular run side by side on the DVD he would make. He smiled thinking of the reactions from the Directors.He felt her orgasm right through his cock in her mouth. The muscles in her legs trembled as she moaned around his cock. “Oh fuck,” she groaned as she lay back on the bed, the vibrator still inside her with the motor running.“Was that good?” he asked.“It was fantastic,” she said as she panted.Spencer moved away, picked up one of his. Brooke opened wide and slurped him up, trying to get her mouth around that magnificent girth. The bride-fucking bastard had just given her a present to die for and sucking his beautiful cock was the least she could do in return. She was full with him, his pre-cum secreting all over her taste-buds as she guzzled steadily, rhythmically, slavering a precocious tongue about the base of his shaft. It was a stretch, literally, but she could manage. He’ll like this. He likes me. He’ll go easy on me..