Bob, you hold the door. Circling around her to face her, I took in the view—round, very firm, the large nipples in full sight. I retrieved the robe from Bobby’s outstretched hand. Would that be okay?” He didn’t choke on his words but he did stammer on them. Her hips cocked and rotated. “Get my clothes, Bobbie. But this was a different guy. The knock came in three, and I heard the cardkey being slipped into its slot. “Follow me, Bob,” she almost sang in delight. Her hands were still frozen to her spikes, unable to open from being so long in her own fierce grip. It wasn’t a decision I was making. She had been able to watch his excitement. I was quickly at a height disadvantage, but at a clear height advantage to admire her legs—tanned, no stockings, and poking modestly from a bright yellow sundress. Time would tell. I take me away from him; I make him give me to someone else.
