‘Katie? Katie Wilson, is that you?’ ‘It’s Katie Barlow now. David Danfors, isn’t it? I’m surprised you remembered me.’ The man had been ...waiting for her outside Starbucks. He was wearing an expensive camelhair overcoat that, nonetheless wasn’t up to the winds coming off the lake in Chicago. He had been rubbing his hands together and stamping his feet in what had turned out to be a nippy morning. A bucket truck was out on the street, valiantly fighting the wind to put up illuminated snowflakes on. Ihave always been incredibly envious of her that way. However, today sheallowed herself to have her eyebrows reshaped into incredibly thin archesand her makeup was stunning and perfect. She was a vision. After mymakeover, she sweetly told me that I looked prettier than ever. She lovedhow big and doe-like my subtle false eyelashes looked surrounding my eyeswhich were now made up in lavender, moving into shades of rich magentas,highlighted by shimmering and sparkling whites just below my. .Her moans were loud enough that I could not hear the music that was playing in the background..She wrapped her legs around my back.. I went down to her belly, planted a few love bites and moved for her pussy.. It was already wet.. I kissed and licked it a bit and started fingering vigorously.. Her moans were getting louder..I then brought in the tongue to enhance her pleasures.. She started moaning really loud.. Within a few moments she had her orgasm.. Now it was her time to take care of me... She stood, took his hand in one fluid motion, and pulled him toward the stairs. But, much to her surprise, he resisted. ‘You have work to do, young lady. The dishes, remember?’ he chided. ‘They’ll wait. Now, I want you.’ There was no feigned haughtiness in her voice any longer. ‘Oh, no, Miss Sheridan. Work before play. You promised, my dear.’ There was that grin again. David tugged her over to the sink, turned on the water, and squirted in green detergent, piling in dishes, glasses and.