Interesting,” she murmured.It wasn’t until I got most of her mons clear of hair that things got personal. I know that sounds odd, but it wasn’t ...until I got low, toward her lips that I had to put my thumb right on her clitty, as I had imagined I might have to do. The first time I did that she jerked.“Don’t do that,” I warned.“You’re touching me,” she moaned.“I’ve been touching you for ten minutes,” I reminded her.“You’re touching me there!“ she moaned as my thumb slipped, rubbing her button.“Why. I did what you said. I promise I did." Oh?" I said, reaching toward her slowly. The girl was near a panic. "Then what is this hiding in the bodice of your gown against your beautiful bosom?" I asked, pulling the queen of hearts from her dress."I didn't! Please believe me! Computer! Did you transport the card to my dress?" No, Persephone Caretaker." Don't lie to me!" As you know, I am incapable of lying. It is not in my programming. You see, the card was..." Computer!" I snapped. "Never give. Then, I suggest, we all go to my apartment. There I will make love to my most beautiful customer, and afterwards I'll decide what measures to take to get this juvenile delinquent straightened out."Caroline didn't say a word. She simply lowered her eyelids a little and bowed her head in agreement. I was sure that the wetness of her pussy was already seeping through her panties.Ramon turned to me. "I'm just as mad at you as your friend, Jacqueline. Since I met you for the first time, I haven't. I went ahead and put up attracting ads. In a couple of days, I got a first call enquiring about the massage. It was pure professional talk about massage and we fixed an appointment at her home at 11 AM during a week day. Since I am used to massages very much, with the fair idea on it, went to her home at the fixed time. The door was opened by a mid-aged beautiful aunty with the well curved body in a night wear and a smile. I got into this duplex house and sat on the sofa with little.