Calling her name in a deep, smooth voice, a slightly Spanish accent in the undertone of his words Francesca comes in, head hung. Embarrassed to be cau...ht, he walks over. Towering over Francesca despite the large heels she stands in, he grins lifting up the straps of her dress, dropping them so the whole dress falls to the ground, slipping smoothly off her hour-glass, tanned body from being of Spanish decent too - half the reason Michael actually keeps her round, the other that she's stunningly. "And credit for your journalism class. ...". "Flintstones..., Jetsons..., Addams Family..., Droopy Dog..., Bugs Bunny --What s this, a promo for the Cartoon Channel?" the second tech said, looking at his screens.. TVHead bit back her growl as she put her hand over the receiver. Couldn't those idiots see she was negotiating here! What kind of outfit would the prof think they were if-. "What kind of cartoons are these?". "Japanese.". " 'Look better'n our junk.". She turned her back. I felt your wet pussy with my bare hands. Don’t you remember that?Saying this, Sushant placed his hands on Fazia’s pussy over her jeans. Fazia felt his hand and gave a low moan, “Aaahh”.Sushant – I will fuck you and it will be our little secret. No one will ever know about it. Trust me.Saying this, Sushant went for Fazia’s lips and kissed them very slowly. He was licking her lower lips between his and massaging her pussy over her jeans. Fazia was getting turned on by all this act on her body.. In the house she went to the kitchen and despite the fact that she still didn’t feel particularly hungry she made a sandwich and pouring herself a glass of red wine sat down to consume and meditate. This always seemed to be worst part of the day. It was okay during the working part of the day, people coming and going, animals to be seen and put right, it was the nights that were so often lonely. She decided on an early night and a read in bed. The house had two stories, the only house in Queens.