’ I said this low to the point of a whisper. I didn’t want to start anymore conflict between us. ‘Personally, I don’t like fights. It scares ...e when I see some people going at it.’ Elisabeth’s voice was shaky. ‘I mean, seriously, you haven’t done anything to them, so I don’t see the reason why they keep on torturing you like that.’ ‘Don’t know why, but I’ve had it with them. Next chance I get, I’m not holding back.’ ‘Don’t be like them, please,’ Elisabeth said, lowly. ‘It won’t help at all.. ‘I never expected them to belong to you, Gafferson. Come to confess, have you?’ ‘And make your job easy? Not a chance.’ Moe glanced around the room. ‘Don’t you have a home?’ Jansen’s chair was on wheels – he used them to swing out and face Moe directly. ‘My private life ain’t your business, Gafferson.’ He peered up at the only thing on the wall that wasn’t dirt – a white-faced clock with big black numbers. ‘But speaking of a private life, shouldn’t you be at home boffing a nurse?’ Something. She was a beautiful redhead and I could see why the look in His eyes He liked what He saw. That devious little smile of His came across his face and i knew right there what He was thinking. "Hello, My name is Marie and I'm here to serve you tonight". She said. "Hmmmmmm....serve us? How wonderful". Daddy said. He made small talk and flirted with Marie for a bit about what kind of wine she liked and what was good on the menu tonight before He finally ordered our drinks and sent her away. . The contrast on his dark brown skin was very erotic…His eyes looked directly at my boobs and I wondered if he would notice how hard my nipples were under the thin fabric of my t-shirt…I thought he did.We sat down on the sofa and he just stared at me, saying nothing. But he did not waste any time; he put his hand behind me, he slipped it under my t-shirt and started rubbing my back, putting his fingers down my shorts in the back too. I heard him moaning softly with desire and his eyes were.