She gently held my cock as we kissed and rubbed our sweaty bodies together. “Why are you doing this?” I asked after she had managed to get turned ...around so I could lick her while she sucked me. She nibbled the shaft of my cock like an ear of corn. “The girls told me how nice you were, jerko.” I’d never done 69 before; it was worth doing. “Shame on them,” I said seeking her tiny clit and getting her gasping and creaming as I nibbled and licked and probed and pawed. “Do it, do it,” she demanded. Her hips moved as if she was in bed getting fucked even while walking and she purposely wore bras that allowed her tits to jiggle considerably. Her looks had more than once been used to throw people off their guard while she was in negotiations. She would allow her clients adversaries to look at her as nothing but blonde fluff until negotiations got serious. Then she would display a wicked business acumen and deep understanding of whatever was being negotiated. It was always the price they. I kept on looking at them while a large pickup truck also stopped near the bank’s door. I could see Sean Donaghue behind the wheel. I could see the motorcycle guy, in his leathers, pick up an envelope and head to the diner while the girl rushed over with her envelope and managed to stop Sean Donaghue just before he was about to open our door.I turned my attention to the pantomime outside the bank, and the expressions on Sean’s face. In the beginning he was smiling at the girl in leathers. Then. Maybe there were other things they had to get. It was enough of an event when Renée took me to the mall the day before. I couldn't imagine what that would be like with two of them.I got up and answered the door, it was Yvonne. Her long straight brown hair was pulled back in a low pony tail. It pulled her hair tight, giving the illusion that she wore her hair short. Her deep blue eyes sparkled in the brightness of the Texas sun. Her lips were a lighter shade of red and her smile lit up her face..