" "I don't have it!" "Well then, you gotta do a make-good." Stacy looks at him, puzzled. "A what? What's that?" Lou exhales impatiently. "When network...s make promises in advertising to sponsors that they'll put in certain numbers for their tv shows, and those tv shows don't do as well as projected, sponsors don't get as many customers checking out their product on tv as they were promised. Stations have to do a make-good, where they pay the sponsors X number of dollars to make up for the lack of. My brother was clueless of my approach as his eyes were completely covered by my panties on his face.“Mark?” I said questionably.He immediately froze. “Oh shit” he said as he yanked the panties from his face and quickly pulled up his pants and boxers as quickly as he could. Clumsily (as if I couldn’t see) he tried to toss both pairs of my panties back onto the hamper. He then turned around and slowly looked up at me. He had a panic and shame look in his eyes. We stared at each other for what. A minute later I felt him against me again. His 7” cock was rubbing against the split of my ass. Moving it up and down, teasing me, I turned around and took it in my hands. Gently stroking it, I thought, “the first real cock I’ve touch that wasn’t my own.” Looking into his eyes, he had a faraway look with a slight smile. I got to my knees and licked the length of his manhood, feeling the velvety texture again my tongue. I did it a couple more times before putting the tip of his cock in my. Hurriedly making sure that the towel covered herself as much as possible she implored him to give her another ten minutes to make herself decent but she could see straight away that he'd had more than on drink in the bar, several from the way he sat down and looked at her!“I've been talking to your gentleman friend downstairs, “ he slurred slightly, “he still seems convinced that you are a runaway slave he appraised last week.”“That is preposterous.” Tracey said adamantly forgetting for a.