.. with no complaint. She begins to feel the warmth of his body through her business suit, and, in the close quarters, his cologne wafts to her...a mu...ky, aromatic, male scent...the kind that makes her wonder if it is from a bottle or simply from him.The jostling crowd causes her to lose her grip on her briefcase and it drops to the floor at her feet. Instinctively she bends to retrieve it, pressing her shapely butt against her patient neighbour. Half embarrassed and half intrigued, she smiles. She took them, everything except the ultralight, under her wing, so to speak. "If you ever get out of this you can have them back," and she chuckled. I could almost hear, "Fat Chance" in there.About Montana:I believe I've mentioned this before, but it stands repeating. "You can't get there from here." Most Easterners don't understand the concept. Unless you happen to be from Vermont ... they understand. You can't get there from here in Vermont either.Montana is like that, yeah, it is. There is. "Just a second Anne, I'll head outside for better reception.".I guessed she couldn't talk, so used the ruse to get some privacy. There was a hopeful tone in her voice that banished a lot of the tiredness I had heard before.After a brief pause, as I heard her moving about, and doors opening and closing, she started talking again. "Oh Mort, is it really you? I've been so worried. How are you? Are you safe? What happened to you?" she rattled off questions, rapid fire."Whoa, easy, Gwen. Let me. ”“You want to tie me up?” Essence asked.“Uh-huh,” I said as Mollie's hand slid up and down my girl-dick. “Doesn't that just sound so fun? Mmm, think of all the naughty things we can do if you're all tied up.”Essence's brow furrowed. She licked her lips. “Maybe that's more Rosalía's game. Right?”“I wouldn't mind being tied up,” whispered Rosalía, shivering as one of the cameras filmed her. “I... I could even get naked... If you'd like, Becky.”“See, Rosalía wants you to tie her up,” Essence.