Under the dyed hair she had quite a pretty face with just a touch of make-up, and the expensive looking Armani jacket over a white silk blouse, and a ...ice pair of tits, the long buttoned slit skirt showed a glimpse of her long tanned legs with a nice firm ass to go with them. As I was admiring Jas' body, the other car door opened and another woman got out. She was the opposite to Jas in looks, she was short and dumpy looking, short mousy hair, late 20's. A check shirt was almost bursting with a. ” Bridget closed the door behind her and started walking down the stairs to leave. Robert was coming out of his office and saw she was leaving already. “Bridget, is everything okay? You are leaving quite early, are you feeling alright?” Robert said, wondering why she was leaving already. He wanted her to stay but he didn’t know if it was appropriate to ask. “Stacie has decided she doesn’t want my help. I am not sure if she plans on doing it herself or just doesn’t care.” Thank you for dinner. “Do you recall what kind of car they were in?” Barns asked. There was a certain disdain in his face but his voice was neutral.I nodded. “A sliver Honda Fit Aria. Two-thousand-three, I believe.”“You’re sure?” Barns asked.I nodded. “I worked on cars during my summers back home.”He nodded and asked, “You didn’t happen to catch the license plate, did you?”The coffee maker chimed that it was done brewing. I turned and pulled out two cups while thinking about his question. “YT3-FF8A,” I said and. “I can feel it,” exclaimed Mel. “It’s sort of nice but it’s making me feel squishy inside.”“I’m giving you an enema. Have you ever had one before?”“No.”“Didn’t your mum give you one when you had constipation?”“Never,” insisted Mel.My parents never gave me enemas either, but it was a different story for one of my semi-regular women friends and was the reason she got turned onto anal sex. I’d had her in mind when I purchased the device currently embedded in Mel’s bum, but hadn’t yet had an.