A strong fume of chemicals filled her nose as panic set in. Dropping her bag, she thrashed her arms and kicked. She kicked and thrashed in a state of ...ure panic but struggling as best she could, she could not get out from this strong grip.Only a few seconds later her arms began to drop, her struggling getting weaker and weaker. Slowly her panic fueled struggle gave way to a limp acceptance as she was forced to breath through the chemical soaked cloth. Megan’s vision slowly faded to black as her. Zoë smiled and softly licked her lips and said, “Maybe I will take you up on that.” They chatted for a few more minutes, and soon Kim came in to start her shift, though Zoë still had two more hours before she would get off work. She stayed there with Tristan while Kim clocked in and put away her bag. Soon enough, Zoë had to go to the bathroom from all the coffee she had been drinking since the beginning of her shift. She excused herself, telling Tristan she would be back. He gave her a little. He was sitting on the sofa and she was kneeling between his legs with her neck stretched out and her mouth glued to his cock. The TV was on but couldn't recognize the show. She heard someone say, "He's dead, Jim!" but didn't recognize the voice, and figured the he must be watching some crime drama.Her breathing finally became regular and relaxed again, but she was having serious doubts about this. "Damn!" she thought, "I wish I have given him a safe-word or stop signal!"After a couple of. His home was spacious and clean with a distinct bachelor, masculine sense. He drew Jane close when they reached the top of the stairs and lowered his head to kiss her. His hands roved over her narrow sides and moved up to brush her side breasts. The soft curves of her luscious melons against his hands felt fabulous. His hands moved their way down her sides to her hips. Jane was lean and toned but had amazing curves and Rob loved to feel them beneath his touch. Jane's stocking covered thigh.