“You’re fired,” yelled the cook finally. “Leave the apron on your way out.”“Well that’s just fine,” said Rashida as she peeled the bro...wn canvas from her body, uncovering a pair of jeans and a blue shirt. She threw the apron at the cook and grabbed Khozem’s hand.“Let’s go,” she said.“And don’t come back!” shouted the cook.They were familiar with being in the street. The cars beeped, and the pedestrians stared. Khozem held on to her hand like a befuddled schoolboy. The sight of Rashida in a pair. He rolled onto his back and stopped me from climbing on top to ride him. Instead he moved me down to suck his cock again. I did it gladly.He couldn't cum again, but we both enjoyed the sensation. Finally he stood and dressed. "Do you really have to go," I asked."We don't want Simon worrying do we?" he asked."We don't give a shit," I said reaching for him.He slipped though my fingers then said, "You have a great ass pussy, but I do have to get home." He said it being much colder than I ever. Slap! She started to spank my bare ass, letting it bounce a little before she delivered the next slap.“So, you like spanking? Do ya?” She asked as the blistering continued.I wanted to blurt out, “YES!” but all I could gather was an, “I don’t know,” and that wasn’t good enough for her.She was slapping me harder, and with that, I became more aroused. The hard whacks of her hand making a crimson imprint on my backside and my pussy pressed up tightly to her knee was an erotic combination that my. A few days later, I am walking to my apartment. In the hall, I see a small manila envelope on my doorstep. The envelope is light, with no writing on it. I bring it inside and open it immediately. Inside of a sandwich baggy is a pair of lace see-through black panties, similar to the ones I bought Sara. I open the bag and smell, the aroma of her vagina is evident and hits my nose with such delight I almost fall over.I take them out of the bag quickly, holding them in my hand. The crotch is used,.