’No such luck. She saw me, a look of questioning recognition came over her and she started for my table. It was her normal behavior, regardless of h...w anyone else thought she barged ahead. As she approached she attempted to give me a hug.I stopped her and said; “Sarah; I have a restraining order that I know was delivered to you and Asshole as well as the police are looking for you so; you have 30 seconds head start before I call the police.”She just stopped and look like she was going to cry. “Sarah, darling I needed to fill the room anyway. You chose beautifully. And I’m not completely sure if I got a deal or not. The desk already in the room doesn’t match. So he’s going to take measurements and bring sketches. no idea on cost yet.” As Philip was explaining his opinion. Sarah’s hand began to explore his crotch.By the time he had finished speaking. Had he finished? Or is he distracted? She had his slacks open. Under clothes pulled down under his scrotum. Her tongue was massaging. One hand held my side, his other held the candle over the space between my tits. He tilted the candle towards me and no wax came out. He tilted a little further and I spotted it cresting out of the crown. He let a large drop pour out and I closed my eyes. I gasped. I flinched as the hot wax impacted with my skin. It hurt. I grabbed his sheets underneath me. It burnt. It made my heart skip a beat or two. But it turned me on at the same time. “How was that?” “I liked it.” I smiled. “Good.” This. News Stand at E. Van Buren and Wabash Ave., Chicago, ILMike was still mighty ticked off at the moronic three, but considering that they were all of six months old, he figured to cut them a tiny bit of slack. 'I just hope this blows over soon, ' came the pensive thought, followed by, 'Though looking at what a zoo this place has turned into, a six month time frame might just be a bit optimistic.'As these thoughts ended, the mental voice of Lannee, chimed in with, 'Lord Coordinator, I apologize.