I can feel the heat emitting from your pussy on my face, as my lips continue to suck on the creamy skin of your thighs, and I can sense the flow of yo...r juices as they drip onto the bed, a waste when all that delicious nectar could be working its way over my tongue, and down my throat. I waste no time in moving my mouth over your mound, lapping the sweetness up into my mouth, my smooth tongue running its course from your dripping hole to your quivering bud, running my tongue several times. It's for a fundraiser right?" Right," I said.She nodded. I could tell her demeanor changed. She wasn't nearly asdefensive. I could ALMOST see a smile behind that grimace."Thank you," I said. "Maybe we could work together and set up a practiceafter school this week?" Yes," she said. "Absolutely." Thank you," I said backing away."Oh and Demarco," she said.I stopped."This doesn't mean I forgive you. Or that we're even."I nodded. Fair enough. But I got what I needed. I turned around andjogged over. "... I've got to make a presentation to Tegner's tomorrow morning," Jace went on. "It could be an advertising account for us, plus big money."Susan's heart jumped in excitement. Tegner was top man in one of the best advertising firms around. "Jace, that's terrific. Even if it does mean I spend the night alone. Give it to 'em with both barrels." I plan to," Jace replied. "If we get a foot in the door with Tegner, it could mean big things for us." Oh, Jace," Susan interrupted him. "Melinda's. .. there was little else to grab in such a rush.“Aye, that they are, the rotten bastards,” the Hound acknowledged as he tore off a bit of badly overcooked chicken himself.Thankfully, there was some mulled wine to make it more tolerable, though they were rapidly running low on that supply as well. Seven Hells, few things were more civilized than mulled wine, and what a blessed warmth it gave one on an accursed, frostbitten Winter’s morn! As for Ragnar Slait, he had to take a very quick piss, and.