Kathryn wrapped and tied hers as tightly as possible around her succulent curves, though it still didn’t hide much.“It’s already seven ... uh, i...t’s about quarter to eight.”“What time is it really, dear?” Luke’s voice dripped with affectionate sarcasm.Blushing a bit, she murmured, “7:43. Anyway, I was afraid that we missed her arrival because we were messing around in the shower. I wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”“She has the codes for both the main door and the elevator. If she is here, I. Queenie's mom owned and ran the nursery school. Mr. Castro had elected to remain behind in Cuba back when Queenie and her mom had gotten on a distant cousin's old fishing boat and hot footed it away from their soon to be former homeland. Queenie was only a few months old at the time.The Coast Guard had rescued the twenty two people on that old fishing boat just moments before it broke apart and sank. At the time the boat had first started sinking, it was only twenty three miles from the Florida. ’ I moved around her front, leaned against the door, and began playing with both of her tits, while I looked at her flushed face again. Her eyes were still straight ahead at the (now closed) door, unable to track down to where my face was, close to eye level to those magnificent globes. ‘I bet you are wondering how I have this power over you.’ She didn’t respond. Excellent! ‘I’m sorry, that wasn’t a direct question. Are you wondering how I have this power over you?’ ‘Yes, my Lord.’ ‘I bet you. I padded over to my closet in knee-highs, panties, and bra. How dressy? A dress? That would be too much. How about a skirt and a blouse? Yes, that would work. As Steve was wearing yellow and brown, perhaps I could contrast. A white blouse and a red skirt would go well. My white v-neck knit and my red button front skirt should work nicely.Now that I had decided what to wear, I visited the bathroom to splash some water on my face and brush my teeth. A blowjob was a great way of making an.