Shar wants a deposit

“If it was wonderful,” comes another voice, “then you should really reward him.” Alyssa’s eyes widen in surprise, and my head snaps around in shock. Shar is standing in the doorway; she’s still wearing the bikini top, but her shorts are gone, revealing a tiny scrap of a G-string that ties at the hips. Her panties are wet enough to be translucent, revealing a neatly trimmed pubic mound and a shaved pussy. She sashays into the room like she owns it (which, I suppose, isn’t too far off the truth). “You said something about rent, Alyssa; but before you rent a place, you need to put down a deposit. I think I need to collect my deposit.” She looks down at the bulge threatening the structural integrity of my pants. “And I think something needs to be done about that, too. But first—” She comes over to me and kisses me hard on the mouth, probing me with her tongue. “Mmmmm,” she murmurs. “I love the taste of pussy on a man.”