My hand went directly to my pocket, grabbing my phone and turning on its flashlight.The phone's flashlight beamed, showing up as a torch in the dark.T...e distant scream of a girl could be heard: "HELLO!!! IS ANYBODY THERE??". The voice cut off and from thereon, I only heard crying. I replied screaming back, the latter being my only option, "HEY. WHO ARE YOU??" I asked. Her voice comforted me in the fact that at least I'm not the only one stuck here."HELP ME!!! I'M STUCK HERE" Her voice screamed.. " She explained, and told me about the pool cleaner and how it worked. "You finish up with the mowing, and then come over and help me with this."As the backyard wasn't nearly as big as the front yard, primarily because of the pool and floral gardens, it didn't take me even half the time to mow, as had the front yard. I put the mower back in the shed, and then went around the house to rejoin her by the pool. I had just started up this narrow slate stone path between the house and the open-air. She had this squeaky hot voice that reminded me of Jennifer Tilly. In fact, now that I think of it, Tish reminded me very much of a larger version of her. All I know is that I wanted to hear her begging for my dick.My first real interaction with Tish would come about six months into the job at our office Christmas part. Sorry, Holiday Party. This was the dawn of the PC era. At this point in my early twenties, I had only been with about four women, and I was painfully shy. The answer for me in. ” Bill started defensively. “Mind you, I'm not complaining.” Kara looked from one startled face to the other. She broke into a grin. “Actually, I've been kind of liking it.” Once David and Bill had digested what Kara had just said, they began to relax. Steve returned with the drinks. He noticed that Kara had undone a couple more buttons on the shirt. He also noticed that she didn't seem to mind him trying to get a glimpse inside her shirt. She even bent forward a little to make it easier. After.