" She was going to have to masturbate... "Wow! You look rough!" the Wench exclaimed as Sharon stomped through the door to her rooms, "What happened?" ...Typical Armand," Sharon hissed through clenched teeth. "I... need to be alone..." You need to vent a bit and have a nice hot bath," the Wench argued. "Why don't you undress and stretch out on the massage table in the bath and you can tell me all about it while I work some of the tension out?" I..." Dammit, the tension problem was in her clit!. Show me what you can do."It was all I needed to go into action. I pulled his belt completely outof the loops a little slower than necessary. Gonna make him wait a fewmoments more for it. I stroked his thighs and reached around to grab hismanly ass and pull him to my face. This'll show him. I'm just going tonibble his cock through his pants and make him build up his anticipationagain. HA! Oh my! Oops. I crotch is all wet from my mouth."Aww c'mon' he groaned.Yeah, ok. I loosened his button, undid. At 5'7" with ample C cup breasts and long shapely legs I looked pretty hot crammed into a tight miniskirt that stretched precariously across my generous ass. I wore a slinky tank top minus bra since gravity hadn't yet taken it's toll. Wearing so little was risky but felt deliciously bad. Thus far I had avoided many unwanted advances already finding no males to my liking. I hate crowded places anyway and now someone was taking advantage of the situation invading my personal space with an. It was also her friend Breann's birthday. Since I had other commitments on Saturday the 14th, I agreed to take them out on Friday the thirteenth. The significance of the date didn't cross my mind. I got home from work, still in suit and tie and cleaned up. My daughter and I got into the car and drove through the neighborhood in my wife Harriett's sedan, gathering the young ladies."Hello, Mr. Marcus." Breann was the only girl who acknowledged my presence with a direct greeting. At least she had.