“I could go for a Micky D’s chicken salad,” she said.“Make it two then,” I replied handing her a twenty dollar bill, just in case.She left t...o go for the food. While she was gone I return my leg to the bottom of my stump. I planned to leave it on at least until she went to bed. When she returned I was sitting on the bed watching a TV show from the night before.“What you watching?” she asked.“The Black List,” I said.I used a hand on the bed to steady me as I stood to walk to the table where. Who the hell was she anyway? I had to settle down, focus on work, and keep myself cool before I start freaking out more of the customers. Once 7 rolled around, I could go home and detox. But there was a good thing about this at least; I was no longer thinking with my dick.7'o clock couldn't come any sooner. The moment I saw my replacement, I sprinted out the door without a single care to give. Despite what the busty girl said, whether it was a bluff or not, there was still an important detail. He stripped off all his clothes except the panties he wore and went tohis dresser. He opened the drawer Charlotte kept her lingerie in andselected a padded bra. Next he rushed into the closet and pawed throughthe dresses hanging there. He wanted something Angela hadn't alreadyseen, something casual, not too dressy. He chose a green striped dressthat had a scoop neckline, the skirt was short in the front, longer inthe back. He felt it should strike the right balance for the evening. He tossed. She looked down as I kissed and licked her nipples and saw that I was already erect, my cockhead glistening. She was wet and ready. The musky scent between her legs turned my cock to granite.I mounted her as I felt myself spearing into Susie’s slick passage.“Oh, Charlie, yes,” she welcomed me with glittering eyes and legs spread wide apart. “Make me yours again.”I smiled at her as I pushed the last inch of my manhood deep inside her. I rocked back and forth, sliding my hardness along her.