" Josh released her nipple, moving to the other, sucking it hard into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud, his fingers squeezing the o...her, now wet with his saliva. "Oh, shit, baby! That's it," she called. Suddenly Julia's mouth fell open, the arm holding her up buckling until she all but fell on him, pressing his breasts into his face, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her legs were trembling as she let out a throaty groan, her body convulsing as she came. Julia took her hand. They were black with elasticized lace at the tops, thigh-high and nearly opaque, and she wore them with a grey mini-skirt, a few inches above the knee, and boots with a considerable heel. She’d thought this out carefully, and she was thinking about it again now, how she’d planned every aspect of her wardrobe and accessories as if she were meeting him for an intimate tryst rather than an introductory luncheon. The contrast of the nervousness in her belly to the intimacy of their correspondence. "Did you come here to say something?"Shannon looked up. "Yes, but ... umm ... well ... well ... Oh, damn! I can't say it!" She flushed and looked down again.I said, "Did you come to apologize?"Her head came up sharply, an angry look on her face. Her intention was clearly to rebuke me, but she stopped short when she saw my expression. She became uncertain, and paused before beginning, "Well, no. I mean, I didn't think I did anything to apologize for." You said I was crazy, and that you were. And two hundred for that! Grossly disproportioinate - that's what I say!" I agree, Fran. I know it's what we are here for, but I want us to be punished for real offences. Does this two hundred count, darling?" Yes. It all goes towards our great objective. Would you like a statistical summary, my little flower?" Yes, please! Darling Fran!" Out of the eight hundred and forty needed to equal Joanne's total, we have received five hundred and fifty. And we are only eight weeks into our two years! At.