The passion within her rekindled as his lips found hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard, voraciously. His hand slipped dow... over her hip and over her skirt, bunching it up, then under to run lightly up her stocking clad thigh. Catherine rolled over onto her back, pulling him with her, reluctant to break the kiss she opened her heated thighs to his exploring hand. She felt it drift over the top of the stocking and garter to the soft flesh above, then gently cupped her. " Jennifer teases. "Did you train him?" She asks you. You smile and shake your head, saying that you found me that way. Jennifer laughs with a contaigous laugh, and she stands to check her clothes. They're still damp, although some of her shorts are almost dry, and one t-shirt is dry enough to wear. She asks if she can set up her tent outside, and that she can sleep in it tonight. I pick up her sleeping bag and ring out a corner over the small sink, letting the water drip."But you'd be awfully. As she was waiting at the end of my coffee line she put on mini shows for me. Right as I was handing a customer a cup of jo she would start playing with her breast. The first time she pulled one of them out I nearly spilled coffee all over some poor guy. I could tell she loved how uncomfortable she was making me. This went one for a few weeks. She got so bold as to stick her hand down her pants and play with herself in line. I was the only one who could see what she was doing but this was. “Just coffee please.” When he left she looked at me. “Mr. Henderson your government would like to ask you for a favor.”Perplexed I replied, “A favor? What kind of a favor?” This didn’t sound good. “What could the government possibly need my help with?”“Mr. Henderson, it’s about your new neighbor.”“You mean Tony Monassario?”“Yes, his friends call him Big Tony.”“What is this? Some kind of joke?”“I wish it were Mr. Henderson, but your new neighbor is a member of organized crime.”“Organized crime?.