I blew my whistle before I shoved through the small crowd. When I reached the four men that were fighting I caught one and started to turn him. He spu... and took a swing and I ducked and struck up under his ribs.He gasped and folded as he tried to breath and I moved to another, "ENOUGH!"I pushed one man back and stepped between him and the other two men, "the next one that..."I caught the fist that swung at me and twisted and stepped and slugged the man. He went down and I pulled my nightstick,. The whole time she made it was sensual as possible. Every escort massage until that point had had some sort of clinical attitude, but Ginger had her mouth right near my ear, reassuring me occasionally, whispering banal yet incredibly arousing things in my ear.I felt something on my upper back and realised she had taken her negligee and bra off at some point. She was straddling my ass, so I could feel she still had her panties on. Her tits lightly brushed my back at times, and I knew I was in. But she did it as a sweet Southern belle, without raising her voice, without being anything but a friendly woman. John had learned why many men thought that women really ruled the world...John knew nothing about flowers, so he went to the local florist, explained his dilemma and was told to return next day at noon to pick up lilacs and lilies (for sheer white virginal lingerie), purple carnations (for hot red nympho attire), and a dozen roses (for sheer navy blue lingerie for a courtesan). What. “Hurry up sweetie, we have to get going, Lara is just about ready.” Pat said. Then it was stone quiet, I heard some noise in the laundry room on the other side of the steps so assumed she was hanging up my clothes that had vanished while I was in the shower. I picked up the jeans and the very first thing I noticed was the embellishments on the back pockets. Each pocket had sequins in the shape of a heart with a set of bright red sparkly kiss lips in the middle of the heart. “No fucking way,” I.