S: Why?M: Office shift changed.S: Oh. What time do you go?M: 5 AMS: Okay. I wanna go at that time too but I don’t get up.M: Ohk. Do you want me to h...lp you get up?S: Will you do that?M: Who would not for a warm up.She didn’t reply to me after that. I thought I blew it, but in few hours, I got another message:“Wake me up tomorrow, For your warm up”I was happy as it was going in the right direction. I called her to wake her up next day and she joined me to the gym. I was looking at her and she. Not even a passing thought.I continued to hold Alice in the chair as Melanie dried her own blonde hair. She seemed to need to stand, still naked, right beside me. I caught a whiff of her sex as she separated her legs slightly. The whiff turned into a scent and then turned into an honest-to-God aroma. My already ragged breathing became rougher as I shook my head, trying to figure this situation out. Melanie finished drying her hair. I pointed at the dry clothes sitting on the counter. “Put ‘em. He didn't specify the bitch's name; he was more after her attitude than after herself. It was rather late at night when he shared it but reactions immediately started to come in; his buddies liked it to no limit, of course; others, hypocrites and virgin-mary-wannabies included, told him off; some even reported the picture but, since he took it off an hour or two later, nothing happenned (faceb**k is too big and slow to do anything immediate in cases like this). The positive comments he got,. “Might keep ‘em from hiding in the supplies and taking a nap while everyone else works.”“Seems like I wasn’t clear. Get your paws off my sailor,” Lace said flatly.Reeve gave Price a shove. Lace caught her and stood her up straight while she rubbed her neck. Reeve crossed his arms over his massive mottled chest. “That’s why I brought her to you. She’s yours. If she’d been one of mine she’d already be building herself a sweatbox to spend tomorrow in.”Lace ignored Reeve and turned her attention to.