All was quiet as she dropped from the last step, and Lesley shouted cheerily"Thanks I found my purse," into the unlit cavernous interior."I'm off now!...There was a brief muffled reply; there was something about the retorts timbre that enchanted Lesley. She decided to seek out the speaker, her legs seemed to know which way to go; after a few steps her other senses caught up, the sweetest of smells - so rich she could taste it on her tongue, the most velvet of lips brushing softly against hers.. "They were at war," Angela said. "When a Maker feels another Maker has lived long enough, we send a note or start killing their Vessels. If you want to go war with Michael, kill one of his Vessels. Unfortunately, since you're not Makers it would be taken as a declaration of war against all of us. Vessels are our kind's most precious possessions." I suggest you try to kill Michael instead," Melissa said. "He'll probably only kill you and your boss. If you kill Karen, he's going to get. His zipper rasped. I groaned as he shoved down his pants and boxers, his dick popping out. My virgin pussy clenched.Tonight, he would be in me.Miss Daisy’s hands slid down from my breasts, her fingertips caressing my skin. I never knew my flesh could be so sensitive. Everywhere she touched me tingled with pleasure. Tips of her fingers grazed down my stomach, reaching towards my sweatpants. I quivered, a throaty moan rising in my throat as her fingers reached the elastic waistband.“Miss Daisy,”. “I guess I was just thinking about something.” He was shaking his head at that point and trying to sound professional. “However, what I guess I really wanted to say was that I think you look incredible today and I mean that too.” She looked at him with an earnest interest in his remark. She liked it but hadn’t shown it yet up to that point. Then he went on to add “I mean in that skirt and those pumps you have on, well let me tell you that” and his eyes looked down at her skirt first and then.