Another of the BL ladies suggested happy hour Thursday, but Laura countered with an offer of drinks and continued work discussions at her home. The ma...ntenance man had her photographs on the wall by the time the three ladies arrived. They were suitably impressed with Laura’s nerve, with her attractive look for the camera wearing very little, and by Laura’s admission that her lover was the photographer. Friday was a normal work day with everyone wanting to leave early. Liaison asked Laura on her. ' She couldn't end the sentence because of the sergeant's big brother forced her down on her knees on the floor. They disappeared behind Benson's broad torso, but Harper could hear her boss' protests being stopped by something big in her mouth.Benson laughed and grabbed her jumping face in her big hand, staring into her big eyes. 'The bitch is loud today', he smirked and started to pump her even harder, soon reaching yet another climax. The commander came out again behind Benson, crawling on. I was still playing with my peter, just strokingit, when I picked up the phone. There was no voice,but I could hear soft breathing. “Hello?” I said.“Hello?”I was about to slam the receiver down — who needs shitlike this, when you’re trying to get your nuts off,right? — when a soft breathless voice spoke my name. It was all I could do to hear her, but the sound of hervoice was startlingly sexy in my ear. “Can you talk alittle louder?” I. I watched from my seat, observing my cat and her stealthy movements. The moth switched directions again and tried to escape, but again the cat thwarted it, this time by smacking her paw down on the place where the moth was standing. I held my breath as the cat sat still, perhaps feeling the struggles of the moth underneath her tiny paw. My cat was a huntress. This was her place in the food chain, above the moths, but perhaps below the chickens. My cat could never catch a chicken and I have told.