On the front page, in full color, was Marilyn, modeling winter wear. I felt my gut contract as I looked at her. It was the first time I had ever seen ...er in print. I was upset at its effect on me. This wasn't helping me get over her.In November, Jerry asked me to visit a prospective new hardware supplier. Their office was located in Carpentersville, Illinois, about thirty miles west of Chicago. Their plant was in the Czech Republic and they were looking to break into the high-end kitchen and. I heard him take his trousers off before he pushed my head into the mattress and I felt the heat from his cock come towards my pussy. he put the tip of his dick into my pussy and I knew immediately it would be a big dick. He took both my hands and placed them on the small of my back, forcing my face to stay in the mattress as I could no longer hold myself up. He was not gentle and split my pussy open before beginning to brutally fuck the shit out of me. With the position I was in, he felt so. . but I have a favour to ask." Oh oh." Vicki shook her head, teasing Sally that she was indicating for us to say no." Yeah, well look, you don't have to do this. You can say no. But you know it's New Year's Eve tomorrow, right?" D'uh! Oh, sorry." You could see why Vicki didn't need more beer."Yeah. Umm ... so do you have plans?"Heather looked up. "Oh, no, you want to mess with New Year's Eve?" Well sort of. Maybe. I have a friend, Stacy. She runs a restaurant." Stacy Jones?" Yeah her. Trust. She had long dancers legs, a particular weak spot for Brandon. She wore a little black dress, which she looked uncomfortable in. Her makeup accentuated her eyes, but just like the dress, she seemed uncomfortable with it. Her fingers curled tightly over the beer bottle, as if she was in a storm and holding on for dear life. Overall, Brandon judged, she look like a fish out of water. She was trying to put on a brave face, but as she took another long swig of her beer, Brandon could see she was.