Bryan was impressed with the theatrics, appreciating the cameltoe created by her straining muscles, her pelvis pushed out toward his face. Then her ey...es rolled into her head and she dropped, slamming to the floor as the last word finished in the air. I opened my eyes then, gazing at the white drop ceiling above us, the metal holding the stained tiles brown and black from years of smoke—drug and candles alike. Indeed, as I sat up and gazed into Bryan’s eyes, I could see the red veins of a man. They offered to pick her up when she was done with the theater, then take her out from there.She accepted, and after a quick bite to stave off starvation, went to get ready. When Mandy got there, Angel filled her in on their plans. She thought it was a great idea. So good, in fact, that she called her husband and suggested something similar. They knew a place somewhat closer to home, and somewhat better suited to their young children. She would call when she was done, then meet them there.They. She took one last look. It was ten fifteen and he would arrive a ten thirty. She had butterflies in her stomach from her nervousness. Why was she actually doing this? Here she was, a respectable married woman with a wonderful husband, waiting for a man she'd only met online. She was wearing exactly what he had told her. God knows how he knew the correct size for the basque, but it was a perfect fit.The curtains were closed as she walked around the house in what she thought of as her whore's. But she says not yet as she pulls her fingers away and takes my hand out of her coat I put my fingers in my mouth tasting how wet and sweet it taste. She runs her tongue down my chin, down my neck to my nipples again. I feel her tongue run down the middle of my chest, to my stomach; then to my waist line. Her hands are slowly undressing me, her lips kissing my waist line. I am so wet anticipating the touch of her tongue down there feeling her fingers sliding inside me. As she slides my panties.