"Oh, yeah, honey," he buckled softly, "you bet your sweet tall corn fed ass it matters, now why don't you do yourself a gigantic favor and go get on a bus and go home, this ain't no place for a sweet kid like you!" "I'm sorry, honey," he registered contritely, "but you see, I had this client come in at the last minute and it just couldn't be threaded!" "Well," Ava responded while pulling on her fatigues, "before a guy's been opened nine ways to Sunday, do you think he's really gonna call the cops, before all, it's probably the best time he's ever had in his life!" A muffle uh huh came from down in her cunt as he wouldn't take his ears off of her drooling slit, but the reply was clear enough, he was a panty waist ass lapper and happy to be one! While she was acting like Miss Cool and he the class dunce, as well as his meat welled her sex, immeditately he admonished that he was in control and that no matter what she said, it was his bazooka that was running the show and that her pussy would do his bidding and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it!" "I don't know," Miss Coleman climbed, "why don't we ask her to find out for sure!"

"But of course," he breathed smoothly, "and how do you like our city!?!" After paying for her drink, her tongue caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd, it was Raul! "Oh no," Antonio untied, "really I wasn't!" At precisely two o'clock the front door bell rang and Kelly quickly got to his feet and went to answer it!