..who are you?” Peter stammered. “I’m Trixy,” the girl answered. “Nurse Trixy to you.” She leant her weight onto one foot and curved her ...ip. Peter began to sweat. “And who sent you?” he questioned. “Hmmm...” the petite blonde frowned. “You’re a little slow, aren’t you? No one sends Trixy. I come of my own accord. If you need me. Or if I just need a little playtime. I’ve seen you around. You’re cute, but a little lonely, right?" “And no one’s ever quite given you just what you need, have. ”The guy was bleeding from his nose, mouth and ribs. Groaning he held his stomach, coughing up blood.“You made a bad call in this bar, Buddy,” said Benji, “come with me” he said taking him into the back room.Fortunately, Benji’s Dad appeared in the bar, partly sober but ready to serve. “On you Dad,” said Benji.The black guy was somewhat restrained as he asked, “Where am I?’“You could be in hell. But you’re lucky – you’re still in “Downunder”. The guys wanted to kick your fucking head in, man.. She scampered off and ran around the room, looking for her bone toy, the signal that she was wanting in “that way”. She barked happily when she found it and brought it to him.“I was hoping you might bring me that, Violet,” he said and smiled broadly, “Roll over.”As she rolled onto her back, he could see she was already wet and he crouched down between her legs, kissing and licking his way up her thighs. When he reached the top, he made one long, S-L-O-W lick all the way up her wet pussy with. Please come inside. She walked me to the Living room and asked me to be seated. I hope you dont mind, but Miss Agostini asked if she could join us. There was Miss Agostini dressed similarly to Miss Schmidt. They both wore white tennis shoes and white socks that came to mid-calf. She came in through one of the other doors. She had a tray of milk and cookies in her hands. John, We were so impressed with your essay, that we wanted to speak to you about it. If you dont mind. Said Miss Schmidt. But.