After lunch, Bethany settled into my office with my journal and Leila took the time to show me how to make proper Turkish coffee. The trick was, she s...id, to make sure there was enough foam on the top, which gave it a unique flavor. We talked about milk and sugar, though I wouldn’t usually use those since I preferred my coffee straight. It was crystal clear from her voice and body language that she wanted another chance, but I was sure that wouldn’t pass muster with Sofia.I let the flirting. Mary straightened her skirt again and turned to me. "So, Nicki. It seems you weren't saved by the bell after all. You were broken down in the country, with no phone and you were dressed in a latex catsuit." Nigel flinched. Like he knew he shouldn't move, maybe like he wasn't supposed to be listening, but couldn't help himself. "Now now, boy." said Mary. "Boy?" I thought. "Boy?" I was looking at Nigel, but Mary was looking at me. When I realized, I started blushing again. "I... I tried to work. From the veranda you can look out to the left, past the concrete patio and a wood fired barbecue to a vegetable patch and a five foot wooden fence that separates the main house from the rest of the property. On the right you can see a pair of flower beds followed by a pile of wood, a large block and a metal table under which you should be able to notice an axe and a chain saw. Between there and the fence is a very large shed with a reinforced roof. As you can see the shed sits at right angles. Her skin was soft, supple. Her breasts, perfect. He took one in his mouth to taste. It was like heaven. Quentin had had many women in his life, but never such as one as this. He lifts her skirt up slightly to feel the sumptuous softness of her exquisite female anatomy. He pushes her panties to the side and slowly inserts a finger in her. A low, soft yelp escapes from her throat. ‘I wonder what else I can make come out of that throat. Or make go in’, he thought again. “Hmm, you’re so wet Amanda..