Standing there, leaning confidently against the door jamb, was Josh, my boss. He seemed to wear a different suit every day. Today's color was navy blu..., which clashed greatly with the swamp green walls (or whatever the hell color they were changed to this year). He rubbed his goatee with his hand, then brought it up to run his fingers through his long hair, bringing them back around to make a finger gun. "See you tomorrow," he said, clicking his tongue behind his teeth. Every day. He’s been. "That feels so good." She whispers and closes her eyes again. He did that for a little while longer then he moved down further, pushing her legs apart a little. He kissed her inner thigh, making a shiver run through her body. "Stop teasing me" Lily almost begged, she didn't have to ask that twice, a second later his tongue had found her clit. She places one of her hands on the back of his head, her fingers running through his hair as he pleasures her. A high pitched moan escapes her when. She is very young and quite pretty, but shy to the point of speechless.Friday 11:53 PM—[email protected] think I've seen her. It has to be her, the submissive from Tuesday in Brooklyn. She was with Francine Martel and the tall woman. I was working a party at Civitanos. Francine Martel reserved the special room for a house party. I never gave her a thought, until I saw the bruising.There was this girl. She looked about 25, wearing an adorable faux convent-school outfit—long blue skirt and. “Do you have any water?”“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.”“How about my friend here?” the traveller gestured to the dog.“There should be a bowl by the pump,” said the man.They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree. “What do you.