The traffic is slower than normal and you are becoming impatient so you change the music to distract yourself.Your mind is planning and anticipating t...e day and the upcoming weekend. You will be able to have a quiet dinner alone tonight and you are looking forward to that.Soon you pull into the drive and find a spot in the reserved area and park. You check your hair in the mirror and get out. Once inside, you report to the lounge and then the office and greet your friends and co-volunteers. A. Nod if you understand.”I was not surprised when she nodded without ever looking away from me. I moved around to her side, reaching underneath to caress a pert, stiff-nippled breast through her scrubs as I leaned in and kissed her neck. She arched into my hand, pushing her breast into my palm and I heard a muffled whimper as I sucked gently on her neck. “You may make some noise, little one – you just may not talk. I enjoy your appreciation of my touch.” The grunt became a low moan, rising in. Marcus watched her heavy, full teats flatten from the bottom, shaking violently as they rose up from the force of the blow. Cindy pulled back for another blow, and while Patricia tried to dodge, she was only partially successful. The redhead's left tit plowed into Patricia's corresponding orb, and both women cursed as they felt their sore flesh splay out violently. Marcus could see their ample breastmeat flow slowly back into form, refusing to give in to the opposing boob.Patricia bent over. ." "'Ten Fays with Two or So Blows?' You're no mere tailor, you're a fay hunter!" "Well," said Gottfried, "I had a good day once, but I wouldn't say I'm a. . . ." The old man ran into the middle of the street and began to shout: "Citizensof Tonner, come out, come out, wherever you are!" And they came, dozens of them, their bodies undernourished, their clothesragged. They stared at Gottfried with an expectant, almost dazed look in theireyes. Not knowing what else to do, he kept silent..