That will be all for now, unless you wish to become our model for agency.”Matthew with stuttering voice:” A model? What does that mean? Right now ... don’t have job, so if that means I’ll be employed here and get cash from it, I’m for it.”l****a:” I could explain you in detail, but that would mean about 30minutes time and in 10minutes we get another visit. So, here we have explanation what do you get with that kind of account. Besides that, I checked what you love to do, your hobbies and other. I cleaned up the kitchen while Suzanne changed clothes and we made it to the club for our 1:30 tee-time. We were on the fourth green before Suzanne broached the subject of my encounter with Phil in the mailroom."What did he say about me?" Suzanne asked after my ball successfully dropped into the hole on my third putt.I knew immediately what she was referring to, but her question took me by such surprise that words would not form in my mind. I retrieved my ball and replaced the stake before. Partly, at least, but she was slowing the fall.Given enough height, Anya could have probably stopped thesleigh. But the sleigh had been on final approach to her condo,and height was the one thing she didn't have. She simply ran outof time. Her heart sank as she saw the ground rise up to meetthe sleigh. A wail of anguish ripped at her heart; she _should_have been able to stop it, to save Santa. The sleigh vanishedbehind some trees. She'd failed, and now Santa was...The enormous splashing. “You’re a mess,” she said. “Your face is covered in cum.” “And whose fault is that?” I asked, returning her smile. She leaned down and licked her cum off my face, lapping all around until she’d gotten all of it. When she was done she kissed me, and I savoured the flavour of her on her own tongue. Mmm, nice, I thought. “You were good to me, Jan,” she whispered. “I knew you’d be.” “Care to untie me then, so I can fuck you properly?” I asked, rattling the handcuffs. “Not yet,” she said.