I imagine a beautiful hot clit in my mouth and how I could run my tongue deep inside your wetness. I want to suck on your hard erect clit. I want to T...ste your juices. I savor the way pussy tastes. My mouth is watering. You finish your drink. You look at me and I wonder if you are wet. My thick cock is throbbing. I picture stuffing you with my cock. I sit at your table. You start making small talk with me and I offer to buy you a drink. You tell me how hard youve been working. I ask if you. If I didn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to the company.”She sagged back in her chair and gazed up at the little holes in the suspended ceiling. Maybe she was counting to a hundred. My mom did that sometimes when she had the same look on her face.“Abby, you have a simple way of looking at the world, don’t you?” I shrugged. I didn’t think my perspective was particularly simple as much that others seemed to make it too complicated. “Do you understand what the concern is that Sara and I have?”I sighed,. I rang again and the door opened. Strong hands gripped me and dragged me inside; there was a hand over my mouth and one around my mid section, not letting me move.I was dragged to the bedroom and thrown on the bed."What-" I started to protest.Before I finished my sentence I was gagged, then my eyes were blindfolded. I heard faint metallic sounds and my hands were twisted behind me and handcuffed with cold metal cuffs.I was lying face down on the bed bent over and tied up and suddenly I felt. "Just thought I'd check up on you, darling. I like to take care of my girls."Jenny heard the bolt click in the door lock."I'm still a little weak," she said."I hope you're not coming down with mono or something," the coach said. He came over to the cot and felt Jenny's forehead."I think you might have a slight fever." I do?" Jenny opened her eyes, surprised to hear she might actually be sick."I don't think it's anything to worry about," the coach said. "But I'd better take your temperature."He.