Traci's House Rules

"My house, my rules," Traci said as she opened the door to her large lakeside cottage. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve had the place to myself, now that my little rug rats are spending some quality with their grandparents out of state.” She paused, narrowing her eyes playfully before stretching her arms up towards the ceiling, allowing me to notice the tight, sharp rounds and curves of her body as well as the unashamed fact that she was not wearing a bra. “I have some time to vacation in sin again.” She added.

“Now… Allan, Rule Number one: You do what I say when I say it and go along with it no matter what.” She said, licking her lips as she scrolled the tip of her tongue slowly over them, gazing at me like some sort of raw meat for her taking. "First things firsts, No Touching me till i say so," she said.