.. hopefully soon.David found himself a table indoors right against the street side window where he could wait, watch what was happening outside, and ...nticipate. He ordered the café's frozen drink special, some sort of icy fruit punch, to enjoy while he waited. He didn't think he would have to wait much longer in any case. In fact, he had barely finished half of his cold drink when he saw her arrive in a taxi across the street and enter the corner bank building he had been watching. Right about. He hasn’t said anything, though.”“We don’t want to have to file a sexual harassment complaint when we’re still new on the job.”“Yeah. I know. Just one more irritant we have to face.”While the girls sat contemplating their woes, there was a knock on the door. The two stared at each other, both knowing that the eviction people were finally here.With tears in her eyes, Ashley got up to open the door, saying as she did so, “Just let us get our personal items into our car and we’ll be out of. One day, as I paused just off the road to answer the call of nature, I heard the pounding of hooves headed my way. A stagecoach was rushing toward me with a "road agent" in hot pursuit. He was firing his pistol as he raced by, and I could tell that he was a rank amateur. Any one with any experience or a grain of common sense would know that you could not aim and shoot while racing at full speed on the back of a horse. However, any bullet flying around was dangerous; it could accidentally hit. The mechanical jets paid special attention to the wrist and ankle cuffs as well as the leather corset that she wore. He didn't want them to become too wet. He'd told her why, but now, after hours in the machine, she couldn't remember.The jets moved and focused in on her breasts and crotch. First blowing a general, easy air; then focusing much more strongly. Her nipples hardened under their ministrations. Then the one at her crotch began to blow on her clit, sending pulses of pleasure through.