He squeezed gently at my breasts, and then bent his head down to them and inhaled my scent. “So, Az, are you done with that cigarette yet? Aunty xxx Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning my jeans and easing the zipper down, revealing a peek at my wine red g-string. “Hello?”
“Hey there girly.”
“Hey Az. “If that door opens, you have to grab your pants and run up those stairs.”
“Then why don’t we just go upstairs? “By all means, do what ever you want to me.”
I lunged at him and straddled his lap. “So, Az, are you done with that cigarette yet? And what’s that?”
“I have a tendency to bite, and scratch.”
“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about the scratching part.”
“How so?”
“You can’t scratch if your hands are tied up.”
“God I don’t want to wait till tomorrow.
