Kayla and Tracy

“Damn, just when I wanted to show her I had more,” Kayla giggled.
“Alright, I’ll get up and find a sweatshirt.”

Kayla scrambled to her bare feet and padded back into her bedroom. Walking
over to her closet, she rifled through her clothes, looking for a
sweatshirt she wanted to throw on in short notice. Suddenly, she spotted
her old gray Stanford sweater from her college days. Satisfied about her
choice, she pulled it off the hanger and over her head, straining a lot
over her huge breasts. “Yeah, that’s right. Before all of this damn
surgery, I was smaller up top,” she muttered to herself.

She walked back over towards the door, when she felt her maid walk up on
her.

“Mistress, your guest is at the door.”

“Let her in. I’ll be seated on the couch.”

Kayla glanced down, nervously tapping the couch when she heard a familiar
voice in the cavernous living room.

“V-very nice place. You have a great view of the city here,” Suzie said,
gazing out the window. She was wearing the same clothes she had on the
gym, but the faint sheen of sweat on her brow wasn’t for the work out.

“Hey Suze!” Kayla said as she gestured to Tracy. “That’s my roommate,
lover and drain on my prodigious bank account, Tracy Smith. Tracy, meet
Suze.”

“Yeah, yeah bitch” Tracy giggled back. “You just brought her up to drain
your prodigious balls like the women you used to have up here more often
back in the days. I remember the surprises you brought home.”

“Hush child! Remember, I’m paying that NYU tuition,” Kayla said, answered
only by an outstretched tongue from her lover. “Besides,” Kayla said as
she patted the free space next to her on the couch, “you’re making my guest
nervous.”

“Well we…”

“Shh!” Tracy replied as Suzie took a seat next to her. She wrapped a
reassuring arm around her. “So how do you want to do this? I’ll go at
whatever speed you want.”