With more olives, please.Mouth full, “Tall fucker. Dark hair. Full arm sleeves.”The poker game robbers had worn long-sleeved shirts, all four of t...em. No ink was showing. Maybe JK was on to something.Outside, I slip him a Grant. Just about doubling the cost of our $60 lunch. He knows that if it pans out, I’ll take care of him.And I will. Just as Daddy had taught me to take care of my equipment -- guns, cars, pepper spray. Typical girl stuff. Well, I also take care of my people. More tips than. "Iain, make me fifty more of these fine bows my friend. I will see what I can do about finding fifty men who will be able to use them!"He had been looking somewhat disappointed when his fine new bow appeared to have been found to be useless but by ordering fifty more I had restored his faith that the bow would be fired in anger. Returning to the forge I asked the metalworker to make me fifty dumbbells - I hefted one of his ingots to gauge the weight and suggested each dumbbell should weigh as. I pushed through the fatigue and managed to keep going, even finding an extra burst of speed. I’d hit the wall with enough force to make my palms sting, and as I heaved in great gasping breaths of air our head coach leaned over the block in surprise.“One point oh eight seconds off your PB, Jimmy. I don’t know where you pulled that from, but I hope you’re laying in a supply.”I nodded as I turned to duck under the ropes. I remembered climbing out of the pool, a weird electric shiver running down. I could not help but moaned with delight, ‘That feels so good baby.’ You looked at me when you put my clit in your mouth and started to suck on it. I could see the twinkle in your eyes when you slid two fingers into my hot, wet pussy. You slid them deep and spread them a little which made my heart race. You sucked on my clit faster which made me squirm. I attempted to scoot back away from your busy tongue and mouth. ‘Oh no, you don’t!’ You said as you laughed and grabbed my hips and pulled me.