The woman laughed. "I'm Victor." I'm Shanice" she replied. "I'm a self-defense instructor." Well, I'm a copy editor who works as a part-time recruiter...when my vacation days run out." Victor responded. Shanice laughed again. "At least you don't have to deal with all the forests of paper, right?" Not unless you count handing out lethal-weapon certifications to my graduates." Shanice said. The conversation continued pleasantly until it became Victor's turn at the ordering window. He ordered a. OWW!" I cried out, as he pulled his head back with my nipple still between his teeth.He let go and then laughed again. His middle finger was now deep inside my pussy and his palm was rubbing against my clit with every motion in and out. "Baby, you're dripping," he told me, and bent his head down again to repeat his game on my other tit.I gasped again as he added a second finger. "Oh shit!" I screamed as he bit down on my other nipple.I felt like I was floating, feeling his fingers sliding deep. "Sam Regis needs a hand down his veterinarian place and I sure could use some help trying to fix some of the crap them Homo's drive hell I even got a MR2 out back." Right" I agreed, "I need someplace to sleep." You got tilt back seats in the Mustang ain't you?" he asked, and well he had a point."I'll tell Sam you're coming." he said and he wandered off.I glanced around his yard, he had a shiny Chevvy 'Vette which I guessed was his and every lilly assed heap of crap from a VW microbus to a. She hadn’t been there long when she was invited to a Halloween fancy dress party by one of her workmates, so she decided to go along as a sexy Halloween cat, with a cat ears headband, pencilled on whiskers, feline eye makeup, black leggings, a black body and a sexy cat collar. Luckily for me, she has some photos of the evening and she looked stunning - she is a pretty, white, petite 5’ 4” size 8 brunette, but twenty-five years ago she was an even slimmer size six with a washboard, six-pack.