“Can I get you anything else, sir?”I looked her over. The outfit I had selected determined her choice of words. She was dressed simply. Very long,... sheer black, thigh-top stockings went up her long legs, almost touching her crotch. Her feet were strapped into slim black shoes with five-inch heels. Otherwise, she was naked, except for a tiny, white lace apron. The apron tied behind her back and hid her trim blonde pubic hairs only by the most vivid imagination.I studied her for a few minutes. She. "Yes, honey, I would," Donna confessed helplessly, "but do you think we should? Terry and Bernie might come looking for us." No chance," Matt said. "You hear the mower? They've moved around to the front yard now. That'll take almost an hour."Donna shivered with desire. It was so tempting just to give in to Matt and let him take care of her. She'd feel a whole lot better if she could just come. Now he was sliding his hand down to cup her crotch, squeezing her fever-hot pussy through the thin. DISCLAIMER: This story is copyright © 2009 by Christian G. Kay. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The characters, concepts, and plot are original, and are the property of the author. All rights reserved. Distribution for commercial gain, including, but not limited to, posting on sites or newsgroups, distribution as parts or. You're a bad, bad slut you know that? You must want it really bad. You know what you're here for... you need me to say it out loud, huh...? What you're here for...?You're here to suck my cock.Yeah, don't pretend you don't want to. I bet it's all you think about all day. Listen here.... Deep inside my jeans I've got a solid 9-inch cock. You want some of that? Then you gotta be good....look at this bulge in my jeans....see how big it is? You wanna feel it? Wanna feel my bulge? Touch it nice and.