You have passion, girl.”On the way home, Helen started the story about her c***dhood and ending up at the Hawkins. Miss Stella insisted on stopping ...for coffee and pie. She insisted, her treat. Helen wasn’t excited about it; she worked so hard at achieving this athletic, hard body. But she committed to an extra hour chasing Kaycee to make up for it. She smiled, such a burden.During the talking and sharing, she learned more about Miss Stella, too. Everyone calls her ‘Miss Stella’, in deference to. They were still sorting through the closet, so I sat down on the bed and started to roll up the pantyhose to put them on."Not so fast, missy! We haven't done your nails yet," Pam told me."Why are you going to paint my toe nails?" Because we bought open-toed heels - because you have off-white pantyhose - because you lost a bet."I interrupted Sue - "Yeah, yeah, yeah - I get the picture. Let's get on with this."I'm not going to get into the details of all the makeup and stuff, mainly because I had. It was a little dim but not dark. There were rows of videos and magazines. I noticed a few people in there. They were all men. Nobody looked at anyone else. My husband still had me by the hand and was quickly leading me to the back of the place. We went down this little hallway that had a bunch of doors. He opened one and we went in. It was lit by a flickering bulb and was just big enough for the two of us. There was a little stool and on one wall a video screen. My husband put some money in a. I felt it streching me open and I gasped unexpectedly as he pulled out and sunk himself deep inside of me, his cock completely covered in my creamy wetness. 'You're so fucking tight' he said as he pulled out his cock and repeated the process, maintaining a steady rhythm. I was rocking back and forth to accomodate his lenght and he slowly but very firmly started fucking me. It was clear we weren't going to make love, despite the loving embrace we had shared earlier after he licked me to an.