Shar interrupts

“Stop,” commands a voice from behind me. “It’s my turn now.” 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 things first.”