Something she couldn't put a finger on, but she just knew that she liked him. She was starting to have fantasies about what it would be like to be in ...ed with him while she waited for the bags. What it would be like to have him eating her, sucking on her nipples, and to finally have him between her legs. She was having such a good time in the fantasy that she thought she felt herself starting to get wet. Tom, too, found himself more than a little aroused, and as he sat in the cab stroking. The girl loves the way it feels and instinctively pushes her chest out toward the boys mouth, wanting him to continue, to suck harder, to never stop. The heat inside her grows and shes still not sure she should be doing this but it feels so good and she wants the boy to like her, wants to make him happy for being with her. She decides right then that shell let him continue, and when he pulls her other tit out over her top and sucks it too, she lets him, believing that this is definitely as far. He opened it and I heard some exotic, rhythmic music that sounded live. Still following him, the door closed behind us and two men dressed in business suits stood up and checked us out. Each had to be six-and-a-half feet or more and built like a linebacker. Davenport spoke to one of them and motioned for me to sit down. I began to ask him why, but he left me with the two suits. Sitting down, I took in my surroundings. The room was about the size of the great room downstairs with similar. I rubbed and unglued one eye and looked through the peep hole.That was a relief, it wasn’t the bloody bailiffs or the lowlife loan sharks, just the unmistakeable flat-nosed face of Eddie Griffiths, who I used to attend school with, back when I had something to fully occupy my daylight hours. I opened the door. Brrr! It was bloody cold out there. I looked at Eddie with one eye open and the other still glued tightly shut.“Come on, sleepy bones,” Eddie growled and, as usual, not mincing his words,.