He smiled at me. "Because, Maddi, you're mine." My expression must of perfectly conveyed how confused I was, because he took the initiative to explain...further. "I can't hide it any longer, I want you Maddi." He took a step toward me again, and this time I didn't react by stepping back. He smiled again at that, and closed the space between us. "Do you mind?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. My brother just said he. You reached inside to seek a new treat. My thong strained to contain my swelling manhood. You pulled it aside and a snap popped. My cock was free. You gave me an appraising look. You thought I was too conservative to wear even a thong but a thong with snaps was inviting. Your hand gently fondled my swelling cock taking my breath away. You could tell that I was very distracted now. The pizza delivery slowed. My hand slid inside the bodice of your dress and was caressing your hard nipple. We. My thigh-hi’s were bothering me, so we stopped inside the restroom in the exercise room and took them off and shoved them in my purse.Without stockings on and walking down the very step hill down towards the Seattle Convention Center, my feet started to hurt with forming blisters, but thankfully I had some flip-flops that I changed into and we continued our 5 block walk towards Pike’s Place market to the French restaurant Campagne. We were greeted and seated and I had a nice view of the water. If I were to guess though, I would say by Magic, as no one saw her in the airport following that, and there is no sign of her from the still working cameras outside the affected area,” I told him.“Why wasn’t that in your report?” he demanded.“Because I wasn’t the one to confirm any of that,” I told him. “You said that you wanted a report on what WE had done,” I finished.“Well, add it to your report anyway,” he told me in a huff. I went back and added the information to my report in the.