As she watched Carole?s building she saw her come out wearing the same clothes as yesterday and she was not wearing a bra.It could then be assumed she... was without panties also.She had been looking for a good slave for a long time now and this one was beginning to show real promise.She just needed a little more information to close the web.After her cool down walk Carole walked to her building checking to see if anyone seemed to be paying attention to her.When she got to her condo she kicked off. The tinywhite t-back bikini was an amazing exclamation point to how shapely andvery female Bob was. She was having some trouble walking in the stilettosandals and I told her to get her knees straight or it'd be a spanking forher. "You fucking wouldn't dare!" I nodded that indeed, I would dare. Sheimmediately straightened up.Wiggling around uncertainly in the high heels, Bob went to work doing mylaundry, cleaning and mopping my house, scrubbing out my bathrooms andmaking lunch. She took issue. It took my a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that would keep her cumming while keeping me from cumming, but once I did, it was like a beautiful symphony, the sound of flesh slapping at a frenzied pace, combined with her moans, screams and even demands made for a melody that was music to my inner nymphomaniac. This bitch wanted me to make her mine, and I had no intent of doing anything else. I was going to leave her leaking cum out of her snatch, she had that kind of effect on me. I no. I wore tight barely breathable jeans to accentuate my round hips, great ass and firm thighs. All the guys wanted me and I knew it. I would play one against the other just to pass the time. They even made a bet to see who could fuck me first. And to their dismay none of them won. I never would fuck them because there was no challenge. There was only one challenge that seemed worthy of me and that was fucking my best friend Monicas brother Orlando. I know that in high school one of the unspoken.