" Why?" Then, after a pause. "Wait, my last night or your last night?" Mine. I broke, I don't know, like twenty rules." You didn't have any." Yeah, we...l. It was that kinda night."He looked away from me, at the door back to the living room. When he looked back, he was trying to be cool, "Ok. I'll send her home an' we'll talk." Peter had the worst poker face I had ever seen. Blind men could read it."Don't. I just need a couple minutes alone then you two can fuck all night."He didn't want to look. She was made to rise again, put her hands behind her back and wait for the next blow from Matty’s foot.SPLAT! It came with renewed vigor, and Cindy thought she would die from the throbbing agony in her crotch. The pain ripped through her vagina, she screamed and fell, once again, ineffectually rubbing her burning snatch. Her father and Mel watched, as if they were viewing the Super Bowl. After nearly fifteen minutes she was so sore and red down there, she wasn’t sure she could drag herself up. He leaned in and said “Hi, I am Tim. Looks like a fun party happening upstairs.” I turned around and gave him my hand as I said “I’m Cindy, and yes the party is fun.’” He took my hand and said out loud “Hmm, pretty delicate hands, cat woman.” I asked if he was heading up to the party while we waited for the elevator. He said he does not care about night clubs anymore. His style is more on the refined and quiet side. Inquisitive, I asked what did he mean? He said if I came to his pent house. Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for.