“Wait!” she ordered, slapping my hand away.My pants were around my ankles when the elevator door opened. Nobody was around, but for some reason I ...wished there would have been.Somehow I stumbled into Ana’s loft.As soon as the door closed she went down and began sucking my balls and running her hands slowly up and down my wet, limp dick.She paused to take off her blouse and then put my cock between her cum filled cleavage. I instantly hardened as cum mixed into my dick.Ana moved up, starting to. ’ ‘No! I would never-! OK, maybe I would,’ he admitted chagrined. ‘I’m not going to wait all night for you,’ I warned. ‘No of course not.’ ‘I didn’t have plans, but I’ll leave just to spite you,’ I threatened. ‘Why you spiteful little bitch!’ he exclaimed with a laugh. The laugh was infectious. ‘You’ve got an hour. If your not hear by then, me and my hot pink toes are going to see a movie. Whether we can afford to or not!’ ‘I’ll be there.’ ‘I won’t count on it,’ I said dryly. ‘Hey! Don’t be. At the age of 22, she had a killing figure of 34-24-34. We used to make passionate love every night, and on weekends, even during the day.Although she was shy and traditional, she used to enjoy all the sex positions and kinks I used to show and try with her. Life was really good. However, there was one problem. When I used to be in the office, she was alone at home. Unfortunately, we did not have any Indian neighbors.She used to get bored and even depressed sometimes. She was finding it. I didn’t want that smell on my clothes. I didn’t want these crazy women playing with my head. I was going to cut my losses.At the same time, I was walking away from a bare pussy staring me right in the face – even if the girl attached to it was laughing at me and that was hard to walk away from for a guy like me. I also felt and I know this sounds strange but I felt this sort of obligation that I had to watch them at least until their mother work up. It was like I was the babysitter and I had.