"Jonathan Roosevelt , hitman , criminal mastermind , or even ex-boyfriend, are all goods nickname for that person. As said, Jonathan is a hitman, born...and raised in this fined town of New York, which where you are currently. Even if you are working for him in the last couples of days, you always have to remember those days where you and him were only known as girlfriend and boyfriend." So listen , beautiful , i got this gig for ya. Easy.....Pays really well...." , he says. Great , another job,. "Sitting on the bed she ask me to come to her, I did, and she reacharound my waist and caressed the back of my thighs and cheeks,squeezing my erect member between her slippery, lotion covered breasts.I could feel her hot breath on my prick. The sensations were justwonderful. "Lay down and I'll rub your back," she said. I lay face downon the bed. She applied lotion to her hands and began to massage mylower back, inner thighs and butt. "Put your arms down by you side,"she said. Of course I would,. Breathing heavily Angie spoke "That was close" Yeah. But we got away with it" Renee panted."Got away with it? We?" Angie asked."Yep .. I saw the magazine that tossed at Jenkins. Look here" Reneereached around to her back and pulled a magazine out of the waistband ofher jeans. It was a copy of Butchgirl. "You arent the only femme girl intown who reads Butchgirl, you know" Well, I, just wanted to see..." Angie began stammering.Renee looked her straight in the eyes, "Not to worry. There's a bunch. “How much is that going to cost me,” I say. Giggling she says, “I didn’t say I wanted you to buy it Daddy. I just want to look at it.” “I didn’t think you girls got into fashion this early,” I say, continuing to stroke her leg. “Mummy said she might drive me later, but I really want to see it this morning,” she explains. She then stretches her arms upwards and yawns as her shirt lifts a little and when they return down I can see her nipples somewhat erect against her shirt. Almost in reflex, my.