“Bet your bulldog loves you,” Junior.While conversations were ongoing, Tyke was inching her way towards ‘home.’“And where do you think you�...re going, young lady?”“Home ... Junior has already told you to mind your own business,” Tyche said.Bad move, kid. Very bad.“And where is home?” asked the CPA employee.“Sailing Vessel Flint,” and she pointed.“The Marina? You can’t live at the Marina, it’s not an address.” The sailing vessel finally registered. “A BOAT!” she shrieked. “School students can’t. “Oh Natalie, that feels wonderful. I have never had a man do that so soft and sweet,” Laura moaned. Natalie giggled as she dropped to her knees and tried to lift Laura’s skirt. Laura gasped, “Natalie, I… I have never. Not with a woman. I don't know.” Natalie stood right back up and kissed Laura on the neck, then the lips, then the check and whispered “Don’t worry. You're not going to be doing anything but I’ll be enjoying lunch.” Natalie then had Laura step out of her knickers and she put. " He repeated and shaking, she began.She made it about halfway-back when he could sense her hyperventilating. She was almost there? just another two centimetres and she would be over the broadest point and he knew she could do it."Relax? angel. Now, move back and forth, yes, go ahead." And he felt a painful straining in his loins as he saw his slave, shakingly fuck her own ass on his toy, on his command. Soon he too was pushing and when she had made it to only one centimetre to the broadest. "What?s it to you, bitch? You can?t do anything about it? If you could. you?d be here in person." Very well, if _that?s_ what you want." The woman smiled as her image slowly faded from the screen.?Good,? T-Jay thought. He reached for another sheet, another stolen ID, from the pile. Now to get back to work."Is this better, T-Jay?"The voice was behind him. T-Jay jumped up and turned around. The bitch! She was somehow standing there in his room.She was as pretty as T-Jay remembered. Her.