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She got silent, washed herself, washed me. I couldnt bring myself to say a word. She was in control and her sexuality made me powerles. Layla wrapped a towel around herself, threw one to me and smiled. ' Dont worry now.. follow boy. ' She walked over to what appeared to be her bedroom. Her towel barely covering that perfect ass as she walked in front of me. Layla opened a cabinet beside her bed. The room wasnt to big, a closet, walls covered in greyish stonelike wallpaper, a large bed covered in red sheets and two cabinets beside it, a small chair and a mirror. Layla had taken out some can… Read more

So after our little lunchdate is was kinda hard to focus on serving the costumers. Layla didnt seem to act any different. What a woman. The hours dragged by and when my shift ended I went to find Layla who was already waiting at the bikestands. We didnt say a word. We had to ride for ten minutes. Not a single word. She didnt even look at me. What was she up to, was this all part of some crazy act? When we arrived at her place we entered the small appartment and finally she spoke: 'shower'. She pointed to a room to the left. I took of my cloths and washed myself. Layla entered the bat… Read more