Hell, she'd better be, or I'm gonna smack her little ass. I wish our phones worked out here, because I'd feel a whole lot better knowing she was safe ...nd sound. You too?" I responded."Yeah, I would. Funny thing though. This is the first time since just after she left that I've thought about Sarah, but now I can't help but wonder if she's alright. That's not an omen of some sort, is it?" I chuckled in an attempt to defuse the worry that we both felt for my sister's friend, but deep down inside,. And defeated iswhat he appeared to be. I'd stood up to him in his own home, in front ofhis daughters, seen his full fury and gotten away with it. The lastperson to pull that off was no doubt Bethany. Call me a soft touch but Ibegan to feel a little sympathy for the stupid lug."Do you know who Tiffany Hendricks is?" I asked."There's a Donna Hendricks? Married to that guy, the car guy?" He asked,confused by the change of topic."Yeah, Tiffany is the daughter. She goes to Rachael's school.. She works in a department store in London and to protect her and those involved in this true story I will call her C. This event took place on a Friday evening after work like so many groups of employees a drink after work on a Friday is not out of place or unusual. C had called me that day to say that she and a few mates were going to a pub after work for a drink and would I come along as well, it was my habit to collect her from the station but tonight she said leave the car at my work place. As you continue pulling my nipple you shift your other arm down my body. You find and start to rub my clit and play just inside my lips, rubbing, pulling and stroking me. I open my legs wanting more of your touch, but you stop and chuckle. Rising above me you lick and suck my still hard nipple while sliding a finger just inside my pussy opening. You wiggle your finger moving in finding my spot. Words aren’t necessary, we’ve done this dance before. Our moans tell our story. You pull your finger.