It was only when the bread was finished that she once again noticed his eyes upon her. Her breasts were one of the few areas left undamaged, and she s...ddenly felt shy. ‘You can call me Maggie if you would like,’ she almost added that everyone else did and fought back tears. She felt as if she was balanced on a very thin ledge and at any moment she would burst into tears and topple over. She was suddenly aware of the masculine scent of the pallet, sweat, blood, perhaps other things mingling. "Tara is my friend and she's your stepsister. That puts Zack under more scrutiny. The thing is, I think I would have to step in to save Al from himself. I don't think he'd put himself in that position again but if he did..."Brock offered a half shrug."Again?" Meredith asked with alarm. Al Perez seemed like the quintessential family man. He was a person she hoped Brock would emulate on the road. "Are you saying that he's done that before?" I probably shouldn't say anything," Brock began. "But. You lift yourself up and she whips the thong over your legs as you lift them up and lay back on the table. You feel her mouth on your hot wet pussy and her tongue circling your lips before she starts to lick and suck. She moves her mouth up to your hard clit and starts to circle it. Her fingers slid into your wet pussy. As her fingers pump inside you her tongue darts over your clit, sometimes she stopped and sucks on it. After a while you open your eyes and looked to your side. You see Hugo. . no money." I tell him a bit about the bet, leaving out anything that he might use to identify Sandra. He seems intrigued, but finally leaves when my phone rings."Hey, big boy," says Sandra. I glance at my watch. She's only been gone fifteen minutes. She must have it bad for me. The feeling is certainly mutual."Can't get enough of me, can you?" I tease."Shut up," she laughs. "No, the reason I called is I need to know how big you are." Well, I've never really measured myself, you know... not.