“Oh! Oh! Oh! That’s still sore!” I heard Sam exclaim.“Aw ... princess...” Alex teased.“That’s cute,” I said, and considered going back...into the shower to join Sam and Alex.Max reached down and felt my excitement. She pouted, then grinned. “Go. Play. I’ll be fine,” she said, and began putting her bra on.“No, I gotta get to work,” I sighed. “Here, let me do your bra up for you.” She turned around and lifted her hair with both hands. “This thing’s cute.”It was bright blue and mostly see-through.. He was like a crazy animal! I clawed him and he hit me and tore my shirt open."Pat Casey reached up and took his gun belt off a peg and started putting it on. Carmella was beside him, imploring, "Don't do anything foolish. Taylor's men will shoot you if you go over there! At least hear Maria's story. Then, if you must, go over there in the morning, in the light. Emerson, will you go with Pat?" There is no need, Dad," Maria cried. "Emerson took care of Hogan!"Carmella and Pat turned their. When I turned to leave, Sheila's hand grabbed my shirt sleeve, "Not so fast. I'm still on duty, and so are you. There is a meeting we must attend. Follow me," she instructed as she led me to a small conference room at the rear of the amphitheater.When we entered the meeting room, we found four of the five women from the executive committee already seated in the padded leather chairs around the conference table. Martha, my boss from the kitchen, played bartender and filled glass goblets with. "Although it seems a shame to cover such beauty."She gave him a heated glance, purring as she slipped the garment over her top. The back of the shirt came to just below the curves of her ass, while the tails in front more than adequately covered the subject. She rocked her hips like a belly dancer, and her red-furred mons played peek-a-boo with his senses. He gave thought to abandoning his pursuit of breakfast in favor of pursuing her, but his stomach dissuaded him by growling."Come on, you,".