“How does Olive Garden sound?”“Sounds yummy to me!” I said with maybe a hint of too much excitement.“Great! I’ll see you there.”~~~~~~~~...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The lunch rush had, surprisingly, passed when we arrived at Olive Garden. We were seated in a corner table in the back and were basically alone. We accepted the offer of a wine sample, red wine, that I thought tasted horrendous. Abby liked it as she did the ordering. I didn’t tell her it was horrible, though.I’ll spare the. A deep throbbing sensation moved between her legs and up into her chest, reminding Daisy what she had been planning to do these past few years. Daisy released Max, who quickly came to a standing position again, happily looking around for what Daisy was about to do next. Daisy rolled onto her back and wriggled herself to the middle of her bed, propping herself up on her elbows. She pushed her hips upwards and opened her legs so that her special place was facing Max. Max already knew what to do. Good for him.My days and nights were full of danger and suspense. Several times I just escaped death when suspects discovered that they had been caught. These spies had no hope of anything but execution, so responding to certain failure with dramatic violence was a choice that had no down side. Wanda nursed me several times when I’d been roughly handled or slightly injured. We avoided any report of injury to keep those who came in contact with our reports from deducing our mission. With Wanda’s. Her favorite was a clinging very short black dress with deep cleavage and no bra. We would get there late in the evening. Sitting on the third tier gave Carol opportunities to flash her tits and underwear. She would sit facing the dance floor and keep crossing and uncrossing her legs and her dress would ride up higher and higher. When we ordered drinks she would lean forward and let her tits show. When Carol fast danced with anyone she would straighten her shoulders to emphasize her tits and.