You put your head back and bite your lower lip. Another moan. "Umm." You raise your hips to push your panties down your thighs, past your knees. I can...see the perfectly trimmed patch of dark hair. Your fingers move down from your clit. You begin to gently caress your outer lips.. Your breathing becomes heavier. You slowly slip your fingers inside. I hear you gasp as they enter. You begin to move your fingers in and out, slowly at first. Then faster. Your legs spread wider, your bottom begins to. He hates sitting around and he doesn’t like daytime TV, so he’s out visiting and talking to keep from going crazy.” A moment later he hangs up and he looks at James, “I hope you don’t mind, Jim, but I just sent him some film footage of you sitting there watching the others working. That should keep them happy for a while.”James looks up, “Thanks, Peter.”“Oh, I almost forgot. They gave approval for you to have the wreck for two hundred bucks. I paid that from your trust, so it’s yours. I hope. Indoor fireworks made the massive dome sparkle above the dancers.Gladys was used to strange comings and goings at the Beauty Saloon. After all, it was both the colony's whorehouse and family restaurant, a combined functionality that all but screamed 'incongruous'. In addition, the whorehouse madam, being all of fourteen years of age, was in love with fancy dress balls and costume play, especially if they could combine an element of the risqué at the same time.Still, this morning was .... “Hi Cal,” I said, cheerily.She almost jumped out of her chair.“David,” she squealed, turning to look at me, a look of absolute terror on her face, “I, erm, what, what are you doing here?”“We finished the shoot a week early,” I said calmly, which was more than I was feeling.I was wondering why my girlfriend was sitting in a dark corner holding hands with someone else.“So, I thought it would be a nice surprise, to come and spend some time with you for the week. It looks like I was wrong. I’ll see.