Disaster! How dumb can you get?I'd lost so much weight that nothing from last summer fit me.Nothing! My short-sleeved shirts hung on my slender arms l...ke bedsheets. The shoulders of my blazer jacket slouched halfway to myelbows, my hands lost somewhere in the sleeves. My pants and shortsballooned over my legs like tents, and when I buttoned them they fellstraight to my ankles. I tried tight-belting a pair, re-distributingthe extra fabric around my waistline, doubling it all onto my bellyand. Not to the highest bidder. Her financial offer was set. The most promising gentleman would get the honour to make her a woman.The announcement was only in Polish. As a well educated girl, she knew real gentlemen speak at least five foreign languages. Hence Polish wouldn´t be a threshold she thought. In stead, it would help the first pre-selection. People, who spoke Polish only, would not rank high.Her conditions were clear. Usual things: Health certificate. Money in the bank. Bridal suite in. .Cray's middle finger rubbed my clit, then parted my lips as his flat hand slid back down over my pussy. The finger parted my lips until he reached my opening, where he slid it inside me and circled around, right up to my hymen. "Oh baby, you're so wet ... so hot ... so sexy ... I want to make you come, baby." Ohhhhhhhhh, yessssssssss!" I moaned and dimly realized that my hips had thrust up against his hand and my legs were apart at the knee to give him more room. His tongue was still. He hoped Mr. DeLittle wouldn’t be too pissed at him. As Joshua neared the ice-encased Honda, there was no way that he could have known that Brigette Nelson, who lived three blocks to the west on Downing, had already backed her warm Grand Cherokee from its place in the garage, and was headed his way. 6:05 am ‘Where the hell is Josh?’ Steven DeLittle, Joshua’s boss demanded loudly, stomping into the warehouse. ‘He was supposed to be here already!’ The other workers, six in all, stopped what.