Then I rang Amanda's cell phone. She saw on the display who was calling and replied, "Jacob, why are you calling again. Has something happened at home..." Yes, indeed it has. Are you still at your office?" Of course I am, attending to my job. Where else? Why are you calling me?" Because I didn't know that your overtime job nowadays is in Pimp Olson's fucking bedroom. Shut up and listen; we are three men standing at the pavement outside his damn entrance door equipped with a sledgehammer and other. "I call it ‘Rosie's revenge'." Does that mean I'll have an awful hangover tomorrow?" asked Lily after taking a generous sip.Rosalind shook her head as she came back around to sit down on the stool next to Lily's. "Nothing a couple of aspirin can't cure. I just like the way the name sounds. Now tell me, what's he done to put you in such a mood?" He?" repeated Lily. "How do you know it's a he?" It's always a he," laughed the older lady. "If a lady wants a drink, ninety-nine times out of a hundred. " Feeling very daring, I added, "Particularly if there was going to be a blowjob."She laughed at that, and asked with a chuckle, "Is there anything else you want now?"“Going down on you." My perfect fantasy would involve being tied up, a blow job and licking Kennedy's pussy. I was feeling really hopeful.She clarified, "While you're still tied up?" That really was the idea, so I was enthusiastic in my response, "Yes please!”It got even better when she asked, "How do you want me dressed for. " She said. "Another of my bad habits."Oddly enough, he was pleased to know that she had faults, no matter how small they might be.A grin attempted to cross his face as she reached for the fruit bowl on the corner of the table and began using her nails to flay the skin off an orange. Harlen managed to stifle it, though. No point in embarrassing her about it. It certainly did not seem to affect her figure; he noted with an appraising eye, if anything, she had lost weight since he had met her.