“Oh shit!” I say while throwing her thong to the ground and pulling my shorts up. We are standing there in complete silence for 30 seconds until s...e finally speaks up, “well I can see that you got to my laundry… and my thong…” “Can I just leave now?” I almost yell. “Well depends really, are you going to finish what you started?” As that was said I instantly start picking up her clothes again not knowing what she really meant “No no no no no, I meant FINISH your JOB”. As she says this I’m taken. She moaned unintentionally before answering. "I-it's not like you're giving me a choice. I don't normally let fans play with my boobs." "So why let me?" She couldn't come up with a single response. "I don't know, maybe I just wanted to treat a fan for once." He peeled his hands from her breasts. There were red imprints on her tender skin that matched her blushing cheeks. He hurriedly unzipped his pants and dropped them down to his ankles. Apparently being out in public wasn't a deterrent for. Thefirst thing she did was place the rest of her meal in the fridge. Itwas delicious, but she barely ate half of it. She wondered when shewould find time to eat it as she expected to spend the entire next daywith Mr. Nagumo. She decided that she would take a long hot bath and then head to bed. Bethany was also lost in thought as she drove home. She knew she wasmaking the cardinal sin of her business and that was getting personalwith a client. She tried to justify it by the fact that Mr. Wright. ?? Ne t’inqui?te pas, je ne te veux pas de mal.?? Dit-elle d’une voix ?trangement grave.Elle s’approche de moi et penche son visage vers le mien, att?nuant mon ?blouissement. C’est une femme d’une quarantaine d’ann?es, assez s?duisante. Son visage me para?t familier, sans que je puisse savoir pourquoi. Elle pose sa main sur mon front et me caresse doucement tandis que mes yeux s’habituent ? la clart?. Je suis ?tendue ? hauteur de son bassin et je l’observe, les yeux ?carquill?s d’horreur.??Tu.