Faster.’ Fuck me. I couldn’t believe, Christine, the woman I have lusted over for years was giving me a hand job. ‘Yes, Doctor.’ I could feel ...her stroking me. I could feel myself getting an erection. Christine my Dentist’s wife, the ex-model was giving me a hand job. I couldn’t believe it. I was in shock. I was so very excited watching this, again, as if it was happening to me now. ‘Suck his cock, Christine. Take him in your mouth. I want to watch you blow him.’ No fucking way! My dentist. Now I loved the first few weeks, the mechanical contractors were first in. I saved every decent screw and nail I found as well as every scrap of copper. Sometimes it was just little one inch pieces cut at the outlet boxes, but it all added up. That was my first quick run when they all left in the afternoon before anybody had a smart idea to make the same rounds. Then it was back to getting the bits and pieces that really needed to go out to the dumpsters, sweeping and shoveling this and that. "Well these are not my clothes." as he held up a hot pink knit dress.Donald said. "I'll check mine. It's got a combination lock." He put it up on another stand and worked the lock. As he opened it I saw the top item was bright green. He looked confused. He picked up the hanger it was on and discovered it was a girl scout uniform as were the next few items below it. Keith threw his suitcase on the bed and he said. "You're gonna look real sweet in that."Keith opened his suitcase and saw it was. She was definitely not lacking there. But as she applied some finishing touches to her makeup, all she was worrying about was having a good night. At 12:00, she would turn 18. Despite her age, her friend Nicki had planned to take her out to a club, with the use of fake IDs of course. Just then her phone buzzed, a text from Nicki: Here. Ready to party? Marissa smiled at her phone and sent a quick reply before turning to leave the bathroom. She flicked off the switch, sending the bathroom into.