I noticed that not a single soul was jolted by the sound of gunfire not far from our vantage point. I resisted my ingrained instinctive reaction to �...hit the dirt” and knew immediately it was the correct response because the pair of whores at the next table just continued eating their eggs and steak like they were surrounded by a platoon of armed security guards.Surprisingly, the food was exceptionally good and I think it was because the proximity to the railroad ribbon of steel made the source. When's Anzu's birthday?" I shrugged. "Ok, what month?"I shrugged again. "I have no idea. Why?" Because if I haven't missed it, I want to get her something." He shook his head. "She's worked for you for like two years and you don't know her birthday?" I never needed to know." So you never got her a coffee mug that said 'world's best secretary' or took her to lunch or any of that kind of stuff?" Why would I?" Although as I thought about it, I suspected Anzu would have appreciated any of 'that. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. In spite of everything, he kissed her back.“K, we are going to try some more. Alright?” she asked. Her eyes were kind and gentle which had the desired effect. Mike sniffled and nodded.“Good boy,” Emma said, rubbing his head as she stood back up.She resumed rotating the plug in his ass and Mike resumed his moaning. Instead of tugging on his cock, Emma focused her fingers just on the rim of the head. She brushed over and over right on the sensitive glans. .not real names, ages well let’s just say] looked after themselves, which usually meant they were out or in their bedrooms on their laptops or phones.But does he hell as like. It’s the usual unsatisfying routine take-away while he watches football channel on the TV drinking his whiskey and arguing with the commentators. While k**s upstairs occupying themselves. I’m left sat drinking my wine occupying myself with my phone, though I’m not messaging my friends about holidays or our k**s like he.