I'd packed a skimpy little bikini with great expectation; now it just felt dumb. And naturally when I went out onto the dock, there was someone there ...fter all. But, oh, she was beautiful!"Now Ariana reached up for a moment and brought Rachel down to her, and they merged together again in the dark. Her voice came, quieter, out of the common shadow of their bodies."I'd seen her across the room in the first workshop, and wished she'd been my partner for the Trust Walk, and even said Hi to her at. Not because I like shit, but I liked the idea of using a slut so well, that she shits herself. I enjoyed rubbing her pert tits in her shit, wiping my hands in her hair, both on her head and the thick mat that covered her cunt. Perhaps I should describe her: Sara (as I’ll call her in this story) is a small girl, just over 1.50 meter, black hair, hairy legs, a very hairy mound and small pointy tits with very sensitive nipples. She’s got a broad ass, her stomach is getting a little flabby – after. Hell kill me if he sees me like this. I realised that, while he was obviously drunk, he had been sufficiently aware to tell his mates to deliver him to the wrong apartment on purpose. Knowing how much of a disciplinarian his father was, I figured the lad needed a break, so I decided to drag him inside and let him sleep it off. I struggled as best I could, lifting him to his feet and staggering inside, bumping into things and trying not to make a noise, while he cut an almost hilarious figure. "I wanted to say that you play wonderfully," she said smiling widely. "It makes my lunchtime so much better. Peaceful." Thank you very much," I replied.My hour on the piano was popular around the nearby offices. Maria and my mother kept the door open and invited anyone that wanted to listen to come inside.I looked at the cell phone curiously. The women knew that the best time to call me was after lunch; only one call made it an unusual low volume day."David, I really need to talk to you about.