"Thank you Julie" I winced.Heads turned to me. "No really, what's the dish, are you okay?" Brittanyasked."I'm fine. It's nothing. Just QES in my br...in." I rested my head on mypalm. And the crowd goes silent."Oh my God..." Evan looked at me like I had two heads. Which,technically, yeah, but..."It's fine, really." Rachel. QES isn't something to joke about. Even I know better." Juliepiped in."I'm not joking. Look," I said, turning and lifting my hair to show themthe port in the back of my. Four forty-five?! FUCK! I’d been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours!And worse: I only had fifteen minutes to get to work!Even worse: I’d missed the last bus going that way for at least another half hour.Worse still: Melinda - the bitch of a manager - was likely going to sack me for one more late appearance.Swearing under my breath, and muttering about Melinda’s disposition, I hurriedly rifled through the pile of clothes on my bedroom floor for my work uniform; a blue shirt with the DP logo and. Scarlett did as she was told, looking up at me as I moved steadily within her, staying buried so her clit could rub against my pelvis.“Come with me,” she breathed, hands in my hair.For me, this night wasn’t about my pleasure. I derived satisfaction from pleasing her. Would have done anything she asked, wanted nothing but to devote my mouth and cock to her every desire. I’d held my release for the sole purpose of ensuring her gratification, my stamina for her unrivaled.Now that she was asking. "Was ist, wo bin ich...?" Wieder zu Hause", meinte Petra, "komm!"Nach l?ngerer Autofahrt kamen sie zu einem kleinen Haus, abseits undl?ndlich in einem Wald gelegen. Marcy hatte kaum registriert, dass dieReise eigentlich schon vorbei war. Die beiden Frauen hakten ihn unter."So, da w?ren wir", rief Petra gl?cklich, "wie gef?llt's dir?" Ja, h?bsch", bemerkte Marcy, der das Sprechen immer noch schwer fiel."Na dann komm rein", sagte Birgit erwartungsvoll.Trotz der Beruhigungsmittel ?berkam Marcy.