He ran his hands over my arse in the tight leather skirt and gave it a playful slap. “Nice piece of fucking ass mate, she’s got a great fucking ar...e on her,” Peter said to David as if I wasn’t even there, then looked up at me from where he sat in his chair. “Now, come and sit on your uncle Peter's knee, hey? Come on, let me get a proper feel of the merchandise.”I sat on his knee and his hands were all over me, groping me, touching me up, then he worked my jacket off my shoulders and slipped it. Malcolm would not be happy that they had not found him any new girls. The other gang members would protect them though. Malcolm might get mad, but there were eight of them and only one of him. While they were sitting on a stolen sofa and sipping on a couple of frosty cans of beer, Sticks remembered the viewer that he had stolen from the old man. He pulled it out of his pocket and held it up to his eye. A vision of feminine beauty beyond his wildest imaginings awaited his disbelieving. She organised a night out to celebrate with her university friends and work colleagues, I was invited to join them but had declined."This is for you Academics to celebrate; I would stick out like a sore thumb amongst you. Go and enjoy it with those who've helped you with all the research and such, anyway I'm on duty that night." I wasn't but I had my reasons for saying that.Pippa tried to persuade me to join them; she said that I was probably more responsible than most for the award, but I sent. Leading Mary to her bedroom, they stopped in front of the mirror. Standing behind her Beth whispered, just relax and watch. Her heart beat quickened as she watched Beth open her dress and slid it down her arms. She smiled seeing herself in a bikini she'd never buy for herself. With the dress crumpled at her feet Beth raised each of Mary's legs sliding it away from her. Pressing against Mary Beth hugged her tightly as she kissed her neck and shoulders. Placing her hand on Mary's cheek she held.