Discovery

Franklyn rushed to the phone to call the cops, dragging on his shirt in the process, it clung invitingly to his well toned torso. Damn Magic for interupting their rendezvous, but there would be time to play later.

She grabbed for Magic's handbag. Faux Mandarina was bad enough, but brazilian tropicale rainforest waterfall fern green, what the hell was she thinking.

Probing the contents of the bag she came upon all manner of bits and pieces. Cheap lipsticks, the odd false eyelash, tissues - mostly used and.........what was this. She plucked out a business card, it was for a club she knew of called THAI ME UP, but of course had never visited. The club catered to a more raunchy clientele. Bondage and discipline was the look du juor here and it was staffed by Thai Lady Boys, or cocks in frocks as she called them. But wait, what was this. On the back written in eyeliner pencil (Maybeline Kohl number 4) was Shandalier's address and the comment "You know what to do". She gasped. That handwriting was unmistakable, it was Imelda's. What the hell was she doing giving Magic her address and what was the meaning of that remark. She would deal with that Fiesty Filapina later.

Franklyn came to the door "I've called the cops, but they can't get here for half an hour, something about a fire at that joint THAI ME UP.

Shandalier gasped. Was there a connection? She would get to the bottom of this later. She regained her composure.

"Half an hour you say" as she moved towards Franklyn's manly frame. "What are you doing Shandy" he said "Stop, the cops will be here soon and what about Magic". "Shhhhh, she ain't saying nuthin to nobody and Im feeling rather toey dahlin after all this hooplah and Im sure my man could do with some servicing".

Franklyn smirked as Shandalier deftly pulled the zip of his Diesel jeans down. She slipped her hand past his Calvin's and cupped his manhood in the palm of her hand, he groaned. Shandy fell to her knees and yanked the pants down. He was firming. She gazed up to catch his eye. She enjoyed the feeling that enveloped her, a mix of power and ecstacy.

He was long and hard now. Opening her mouth, she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. The manly taste and smell was intoxicating. Franklyn surrendered himself completely. No one did it better than Shandy.

Opening the back of her throat she plunged her head forward taking him competely. Franklyn writhed in lust as he roughly toyed with Shandy's hair. Her rythym intensified as her mouth slid up and down, her tongue curling about the head of his schlong, it was bulbous and salty.

Franklyn held tightly to Shandy's head, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her willing and open throat. But it was not enough, he wanted more. He pulled out. Shandy's Guerlain lipstick (apricot shimmer No.5) smeared the length of his shaft.

Franklyn forced Shandy onto to the bathroom floor. She gasped as her back touched the cold Seafoam Green Milano tiles. He ripped open her ruffled black organza blouse, the pearl buttons coming away as he did so, exposing Shandy's creamy white decolletage.

Franklyn's warm wet lips worked their magic over Shandy's firm and excited nipples. She was now writhing beneath the weight of his hard muscular body. Franklyn's hand slowly edged its way up her skirt towards her Swarovski encrusted La Perla G String.

Sense prevailed. "Franklyn, what are we doing?" cried Shandy. "The police will be hear any minute". But Franklyn was too far gone to worry about the cops. Shandy knew that she must quickly satisfy his manly hunger. Still on her knees she again took his pulsating manhood into her mouth and started milking it for all its worth.

Franklyn was going crazy. He was getting ready to blow. Shandy knew, she always knew, she could read a man's every move. With that she gently stroked his smooth balls, she could tell the momement of impact was near. With a gasp, Franklyn climaxed. Shandy greedily leached his vital juices from him. At that momement the intercom buzzed. The cops had arrived.