Cam55 Yuranny - She's a cream pie she has a really lazy day.

The garage. She knows she shouldn't be here. But she works here, she works here. She lives up the street. The way the people move around, it's uncanny. She looks out the window and sees her building, a combination of a big office and a tiny studio apartment, with the large painted in white siding. She should have been here the day she moved in, but she was late, she'd get out at work an hour ahead, and that only to get another half hour's sleep. She should have been here the next day. But then, she should have been. It's a Friday, she's a little early. She sets out the clothes she knows she'll be wearing that night. She puts on her work clothes. Then she stands at the window and sees his car pull up. She grins, admiring her own taste in clothes. Then she stands, she stands still. Her heart is thumping and her pussy is tight. She likes to be here at work.

She should be here at work. She ought to be thanking him. But she doesn't. Instead she sits and watches the car. He's late. She's late again. She tries to be civil. But she can't bring herself to say anything. She hates her own name. She knows he hates it. She tells him to come up here and be polite, to behave yourself and to turn off the video. He doesn't. He just sits. She turns off the video. She can't help but notice he looks a little flushed. She smiles.

God, he's late. She should have slapped him but she doesn't. Instead she tells him to stand. He does. It doesn't really matter that the video's on. He's flushed and looks down. That's the first time she notices his hands under the skirt. She watches him for a minute. He looks awake. He looks confused. She knows he's late. She stops and smiles for a moment. Then she turns away. He looks down. She tells her not to look at him. She turns back to the window. She watches him for a minute..