I flipped the veal and drained the pasta, steam wafting up to fog the kitchen window.“If I wanted to do what we did the other night again, how would...I ask you?”“Just like you did. Is that what you want?”Sia replied with a question, “What if I wanted to do something else?”“You’d ask.” I plated dinner.“I could ask for anything?”“Not exactly. Can you set the table?”Sia rose, opened a drawer for cutlery. “What is ‘not exactly’?”Placing the plates at the table, I clarified. “I’d never agree to do. I'll be right back."I brought her some lemonade, but she didn't acknowledge me and kept watching T.V. so I put it on the table next to her. As I started to walk away, I realized she must've tracked dirt through the house with her boots, while she was walking over to the couch. Sure enough, I looked over at her lying down and she still had those boots on and dirt all around them. "Hey you really made a mess with those boots." Okay, since you noticed then you can go clean it up."That bitch. I. Brandi’s pussy was invaded by Cherie’s fingers like a cock and Cherie knew how to fuck with them, Brandi felt her brain go fuzzy for a moment. Brandi held Cherie close, she had her hands on Cherie’s neck and back as her new lover rubbed and played with her body, wrenching feelings out of her she’d seldom known before. She knew the moment Cherie stopped, she’d be all over the girl, sucking her cunt like a sex-starved slut — which she was, she didn’t care if it was obvious. She couldn’t wait —. The sound of diesel engines idling, coolers howling, electricity humming, and the relief valves made the place seem teeming with life. It was thundering and vibrating with the idling of a dozen diesel prime movers just waiting to take the impending rush hour crowd home from their jobs in the Windy City. Soon it would be truly swarming with commuters rushing to and fro, grabbing their drinks, and heading home from the drudgery of office work.The diesel engines, trapped in a tiny space, made the.