He quickly began rubbing it all over Helen's back and then started the slow and enjoyable process of kneading her back, neck and arms. Once Helen seem...d a bit more relaxed, he oiled up his hands again and this time focused on her feet and legs. Once those were worked over nicely, he slowly moved up her legs and began to knead her perfect ass, the globes of flesh yielding to his firm touch, causing Helen to gasp a bit."How about some entertainment?" Dave asked as he turned on the tv and fired up. He sat their thanking God. For what, he did not have a clue. His memory was gone for the last week or so. Why was he drinking. He only drank to celebrate a success.He eyed his coffee cup. It looked like it had been there for a bit. He picked it up anyway and took a sip. One-part stale coffee and three parts scotch hit his stomach which informed him he was going to need a pit stop NOW!After twenty minutes of his life that he hopped to never repeat, he was once again sitting at his desk.He. It was amazing to her how nicely they treated Lucy. At the same time, they allowed Natalie the distance that allowed her to do her job. She knew it was out of respect for Lucy and not for her.She glanced over at High Roller who was staring at her like a lovesick puppy and shook her head. In a way, Natalie was glad that High Roller was watching her rather than Lucy. He wasn't the most stable of the homeless men. High Roller was addicted to gambling. He had lost his home, his family, and himself. Josie wrapped her lips around Robert's hard cock and began to suck it, moving her head up and down, guided by his hand, and with that same lust to explore deeper, he pushed his fingers into her pussy, sliding them in and out, and feeling her wetness as it soaked his fingers.The lounge was peaceful, empty of noise, and even though the wind outside had picked up, it was no more than a silent movie beyond the bay window. The telephone began to ring, and for 30 seconds it shattered the silence at.