Walking up the walk I wanted to turn andrun. I had to hold my nerve and knock.When I entered the front door I could feel Steve’s eyes on me. Already... Iknew Steve likes what he sees. I tousled my hair a bit to flirt andwatch his eyes react. Sure enough he was checking out my body. Stevetried not to be too obvious about his glances but I noticed. Next, heshowed me to the guest room across the hall from his bedroom. This iswhere I will sleep. Steve seemed a bit nervous. I think the way I wasdressed. ”“Yes, sir!”“Do you have anything to drink over there?”“Si, papi! I bought some rum yesterday so we could drink.”“Good boi. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”The five-eleven, 46 year-old went to his bedroom and got dressed. He put on a pair of green sweatpants and a black 2XL Polo Ralph Lauren sweater. He laced up his John Deere safety toe works boots and went to the garage. The janitorial service business owner got into his red 2011 Lincoln Navigator. He drove carefully as the snow was just. You feel your scalp go taut and you're raised up to your tiptoes, your cunt rested atop a nouveau banister cap. The Queen may have been a prude in her latter years but it certainly made for a wealth of pent up art around her. This cherrywood phallus couldn't have been more perfect for impaling a 5 foot 10 inch strawberry blonde. You whimper that it cant fit and with that protestation you are muted by a mouthful of previously expensive panties as I direct you to rock your hole, just slightly. Oh." And Steve, she's not coping too well with all this other shit. She needs reassurance. I know how reassuring you can be." I can?" Oh, yeah, you can. So, what's the answer?" Well, umm... yes." Yes?" Uh huh." Hand Cass the phone for a minute. And I'll talk to you tomorrow, stud." You're sure, right?" I am. Hand it over."Steven passed the phone to Cassie, who was sitting right next to him, and watched. She made a couple of non-committal noises into the phone, and then went bright red again,.