Despite her outwardappearance she was a feisty young woman."Mr Clare!" The guy had bellowed proudly for all to hear, embarrassingand humiliating her, ...ight before she smacked him one in the face. Thathad been the first time.Clare Nicole was sick, sick, sick, of guys. She was a lesbian and shehated guys, because of the fact a lot of times she dressed up to go tothe pub, some random old pervert wanted 'a quiet word' with her whichalways meant he was going to say he was a closet cross-dresser. In short it went like this.“Will, it’s Dave (my boss), sorry to break into your weekend. We’ve got a major issue in Beijing. I need you to head up a team to help them with this.”“What’s happened?” I replied without sounding like I didn’t really want to go.“The production site we jointly run has had a multiple fatality last night out time. They have confirmed three dead and 10 or 12 injured.” Dave replied with a stressed voice.“The US has told us to lead the investigation. Who else do you. She was dressed in his favorite little girl school outfitmicro plaid skirt, white knee socks and little black shoes, a super tight My Little Pony tee shirt that accentuated her tight, tiny little tits. Her hair was done up in perfect pigtails like he liked. He knew she loved to dress this way. She still thought of herself as that little girl who was used as her familys sex toy. She called him daddy whenever they were alone. So, daddy? Howd it go? Good, he said. Shes scared but shes ready. Her. Unaffected by her efforts, her supposed consort smirked. "Try again, little girl."Her eyes and skin fading back to normal, Victoire huffed, before throwing propriety to the wind and kneeling at the Green Man's feet. Aggravation lending her courage, Victoire wrapped first one, then both of her slender hands around his heavy, hot shaft, before slowly beginning a rythmic jerking motion. After several long minute of jacking off that almost smoldering flesh, with no reaction beyond the occasional.