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She Dominates 2
(J.S. Lee)

Kelly could only assume that they were hers.  She rose up and walked from her hiding place to come into clear view, only a few feet from the landlord, who now, had stopped working his hand back and forth and was instead attempting to cover himself with his short, fat sausage hand.  She noticed that he never brought the panties down from his face, however.



"Mr. Wallace," she smirked and walked two steps closer.  She could see clearly now that he was scanning her body, up and down, looking at her long legs in the tight cut-off shorts and noticing that under the tee-shirt, her large breasts were free of a bra.  "What are you doing?" she asked, feigning shock as she stepped even closer.  In the excitement of watching him, as he was so undone by just a piece of fabric that smelled of her, her nipples had risen to hard peaks and pushed against the tee-shirt.  Imagine what he'd do for a little more.  



Mr. Wallace looked at nothing but her engorged nipples poking through the shirt, nose still buried in the crotch of her panties.



"Are those my panties?" she sounded more threatening than excited.



"I'm sorry," he shook his head yes and finally took the panties off his face, holding them in his trembling hand instead.  



She laughed at him and then pointed to the machines, "Take my clothes out of the dryer and put the other ones in."



His pants were still unbuckled at his ankles, which made the chore much more difficult.  His half-hard cock was dripping down his thigh and he had stuffed the panties in the pocket of his sweatshirt.  Kelly had noticed that he hadn't offered to give them back no matter how sorry he may be.  Finally finished with the laundry, she pointed at the basket and commanded him, "Now take those upstairs to my apartment," she looked down at the penis, flapping and drizzling against his leg and gestured, "although you may want to put that away first."



Mr. Wallace grimaced and shoved his fat, dripping cock back into his underwear and reached to pull up the pants.  "Are you going to tell?" was all he asked.



"Oh that depends entirely on you," she told him in a low voice, close enough to his ear that he could feel her breath on him.  Kelly walked ahead of him, knowing that he could barely keep his eyes on the stairs as her long, black hair swung with every step, almost touching her hips that moved in the cut-offs and showed the bottom of her perfect cheeks when she walked.  His breath came faster and faster and she knew that it wasn't just because the fat man had difficulty climbing.  She was sure that his leaking cock was pushing uncomfortably in the crotch of his dirty jeans, insisting that he finish what he started.