”“Thing?” Luna furrowed her brows and leaned away. “Do you call your male bounties that too?”“Girl, I’m all about equality when it comes...to this shit,” Cricket said pointing downwards.“Eh, I was just busting ya balls,” she replied with a put on Jersey accent.“I gotcha, I gotcha. No balls here though, just two big li-.” She cupped her mouth and popped her eyeballs as Luna did the same and giggled. After a few moments, they cackled one after the other. “I am so sorry, that was very unprofessional. I stop my hand just at the top of your pussy, running my fingers over your smooth skin just above your pussy. I tease you with soft touches, barely tracing my fingers on your skin. I then work my way down the inside of your thigh, never touching your pussy, but never far from it. I stroke your skin softly working from one thigh to the other, but never touching you. I slowly work my fingers over the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. I trace them ever closer to your pussy, but always. It was amazing how much the modern world could distract someone. Work, sports, TV, movies, news, music, and of course the constant updates about stars like Kelsey Rhodes. Brett chuckled a bit thinking of her. She was a typical pop starlet, mid-twenties with a decent sound, but likely more mixing than actually voice. From the sound of it earlier, the slutty insta-star had gotten drunk the night before, and got into a fight. His mind wandered at this, imagining the sexy star getting into a chick. I didn't see the use. I was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood. It was daylight and I doubted if anyone could see inside my house. I guess I was wrong. Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming. At first they were just the same old calls as before. But soon they changed and became much more terrifying. It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so. I was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night. "Just stop fucking calling me you.