.. your breast to cover the dash." Do you want me topless?" Sandra laughed."I'd love it," Scott replied, "but it might detract from the product." Gee,...thanks," Sandra chuckled."Okay, relax now," Scott said. "I have to change about half the lighting."Scott climbed one ladder and then another, changing the angle and intensity of the green lighting. After each change he had to climb back to his platform and check the results in his viewfinder."My, you really do work, don't you?" Sandra remarked as. When we got back, we went straight to Virginia and asked her what the problem was that she needed our help with."It isn't really a problem, Kenny. Dad is out of town again, and I'm supposed to be taking care of his house for him, feeding his dogs, and making sure that everything is all right over there. It only takes fifteen minutes to do that, but it's a forty minute drive over to his place, each way. There was something I really wanted to do tonight, and I was just telling your dad that I. You need to get help, and I’m getting that for you. Come with me. We’ll get you some help. Don’t make me get the cops and have you thrown into the drunk tank, okay?” Roger insisted, Alice still trying to kiss him as he led her into the car.“You could take me back, you know. I’d be a better wife to you this time, I swear, Roger, baby!” Alice protested.“No, that ship has sailed, Alice. Besides, I have three concubines now, and one of them at least is pregnant, if not more by now. I don’t need. He felt his cock twitch just a bit more and the room seemed to heat up. He did not often have clients this close to his age and it had been a long time since any of them looked as pretty as Helen Diggs."Here you go," she said, her pretty voice forcing him to look up, her ID in her hand. He was looking directly at her chest from his seat on the sofa, her round breasts clearly supported but under a heavy cotton sweatshirt he could tell little more about them, other than they looked to be a good.