“Please, I didn’t see anything. Please, just let me out. I won’t horn the coppers, I’ll just leave you alone. I swear.”If the figure could h...ear her, it didn’t let it show. It stepped back a second and pulled something out of a bag attached to its hip before coming forward once more and placing a hand against the window. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse. I was looking at her with a male scan.Uffff !!! She is having a size of 36 28 36 a perfect woman should have.We stopped the porn and she sat on my lap.My boy became big hard rocky and ready to attack. We started kissing each other.That was my first kiss and we had a lip lock for 20 minutes. We are playing a tongue game.Slowly I removed her top and then her bra. Wow those juicy melons are good in taste , I sucked them for some time and bitten her nipples. She gave a big moan uhhhh mmm yes like. I carried themupstairs and put the lasagna out to thaw. I arranged the cake nicely onthe counter and had just thrown away the bags when Mistress Lyndaemerged from the bedroom. "Everything looks wonderful, Julie," she said.I curtsied and told her, "Thank you Mistress Lynda." She then giggledagain and said, "Julie, I want you to be very presentable for my gueststhis evening. I want you to draw a bath for yourself please." I was nowreally puzzled? I expected I would be drawing a bath for Mistress. Something she blames me for. I sat there and wondered what I was doing when my life went to hell. That’s when I saw someone who looked vaguely familiar. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized someone I hadn’t seen since my Bay State College days. Wendy Durand Parker, the young woman I constantly butted heads with in my Ethics class. I sat there, frozen. You see, Wendy worked at the school library, and I used to have a thing for her. If you saw Wendy back then, you’d understand why..