" She showed her a picture of Ricochet's handler on herphone. "Oh yeah!" the clerk exclaimed. "That there's Martin Goldstein!Yeah, he came in here loo...in' to buy a handgun. Poor feller soundedparanoid. Said he was being followed." Uh, thanks. You sure you can reveal info that freely?" Oh, you seem like a good friend of his! I thought I'd do him a favorand get some more ammo warmed up for him! Here, I'll get it for you!" Oh no, that's fine-" with that, the clerk ran off into the back. Susanwas. She immediately stood up and headed for his office door. She knocked gently then entered, closing the door quietly behind her."What time do you call this?" Mr Proctor questioned. "A telephone call to advise me of your lateness would have been appreciated". "I did ask Max to let you know that I was going to be in later this morning, looks like he must have forgotten," she replied. Paris was angry, why hadn't Max told Mr Proctor that she was going to be arriving late? "Why would Max know that you. Then I moved down to her pussy which was hairy.I took a blade and started cleaning it as she had demanded it. I avoided touching her pussy as I wanted her to get mad. Her expressions were changing badly. Then after cleaning it she said that massage my boobs too.This was the moment I had been for. I went upwards. Took some oil and applied on those boobs. I pressed them firmly. She started moaning because of which couldn’t control and started pressing them roughly. Her erect nipples was a sight. Having managed her way through lunch she went window-shopping, unable to take the usual comfort in consumerism via the credit card provided her by Grant. All joy had been robbed from the experience by the grand proclamations she’d made to Jared on the state of her life. He’ll think I’m such a spoilt girl. He’ll be right.The afternoon crawled. She contemplated returning to the house, parking before she got to the drive and sneaking back in. Maybe she could surreptitiously observe what was going.