" I'm not teasing, just being honest."Becca, for the first time in her life, was lost for words and did not know where to look. She was saved by Steve... coming in with the drinks."Here we are," he said cheerfully. "I don't know which you prefer for drinking beer, Edward, a mug or a glass so I've brought one of each and you can take your pick." I'm not sure I've ever thought about it but I'll take the mug if I may." You've picked the right one. If anything I prefer a glass." The soul of tact,". --"Yeah, hook, line and sinker."It was spring and fate had delivered me a chance to reclaim Isadora's affections. I should be happy, but something was sticking in my craw. I tossed and turned most of the night trying to sort through things; things, which for some reason, just didn't seem to add up. As I lay in bed that night, I formulated my plan. I wouldn't be sharing much of it with Mr. Marks. I would need money for bribes and travel once I got into Chechnya and found Isidora. Marks could. 1. We only need the room for approximately 10 hours a week, we’re both married, so play time is limited and quite frankly can only handle a few hours of pussy licking, clit biting, cock sucking, ass tonguing, tits flying, ball pounding sex. I get dehydrated from multiple orgasms (more about that later) and eventually his legs start quivering. So I would like to re-negotiate the rent based on actual occupancy. Say perhaps a fourth of suggested rent-$91.00. After all, the rest of the time you. ”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the distant past it was used as a fruit cellar for canned goods. A shelf held a series of canning jars, covered with layers of dirt but full of unidentifiable foodstuffs. They all had paper labels on them that were pretty.