She had shaved her pussy, and this time she used her fingers to spread the lips and even from down where I was standing I could see the pink folks gli...tening in the light. She then slid two fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out until she knew that neither of us could stand it any more.During the break, she left a note, this time on pink paper (the symbolism of the color was not lost on me), which said simply: “Same car. Different place. Come find me and bring your tongue.” For. And I much prefer someone working for methat I felt I could talk to rather than a complete stranger that I had toshow the ropes to as well as get to know."Gerry was starting to feel like he was in an interview, his head wasreeling. He was sat here in a short skirt having an interview, he wasfeeling that having an interview under these circumstances was eitherridiculous, or at the very least unfair. Mainly because he felt he was ata serious disadvantage. He wasn't an overtime kind of person, he. Just when she thought she could not take any more, her mistress flipped the switch on the Magic Wand, which in turn started vibrating hard and fast against her clit. Andrea had never used a vibrator before, but she had heard about this one and how effective it was. Despite what she had been told, she was surprised as to how quickly she approached orgasm. The whips came lashing down on her bare body from all angles, but there was no slowing her impending climax. The girl in front of her set. I was getting downright courageous. "No, not yet, but close," I said, finally. "Honey, is something wrong?" she said. "Well, now that you mention it. Today I ran into Brad, and he was saying . . ." "Oh my God! No!" She burst into tears and ran up the stairs. The bedroom door slammed behind her. Suddenly I was as sober as a Tibetan monk. I sat and waited. I knew, if nothing else, that sooner or later hunger and thirst would force her to come down. The sticky part was I didn't know how I was.