But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s...advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my story and I’m sticking to it’. Time to ‘cum clean’ but! If you’ve learned nothing of my style you will only be perhaps disappointed. I'll do it. Give me the phone." Ok, but no tricks Steve."Steve took his phone, unlocked it and handed it back to Brianna. She had watched him do it and so could get into his phone again. She said, "Good boy. Now stay here and ring up customers. I'll be in your office."Now scared Steve thought, "Maybe she will get her jollies and forget about it." But he knew that was unlikely. Brianna walked back to the office, walked in, locked the door and proceeded to read the texts and look at all the pics.. He gloated silently to himself, gazing at the tight hole of her ass as she bent to soap her legs. She had full butt-cheeks and perfectly shaped thighs. Her buttocks jutted nicely, with a warm-looking dark cleavage which opened slightly as she bent forward to neat the darker point of her tiny, round shitter. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she soaped, and they seemed to flow. up and down in a continual motion of sensuality.Nancy straightened and turned a little. Her profile was. Her smile is positively wicked. Then quickly, Chadwick drops his eyes back down to his work and shakes his head slowly. Belle huffs very loudly. She continues rubbing his leg, gradually drifting higher and higher until she is stroking the inside of his thigh. As she moves higher, his cock stiffens and begins to strain against his pants.“Are you having difficulties finishing that?” she asks innocently.Without looking up, he says, “Just a little bit.”“Is it hard?” She shifts her toes up to his.