As her first finger went in, she bent down and gently kissed me. I was not resisting but still was trying not to move, pretty unsuccessfully. I was sq...irming around, caught up in the moment.“Put another finger in for God’s sake! Fuck me, get me off!”She did just that and also began to suck and lick my other nipple. All the sensations hit me and I had a huge orgasm.“Holy shit, Tiff! Damn that was good! You sure are better than any guy has ever been getting me off this way.” “Told ya we could be. It was a case of blend in or be eaten. Not surprising at all, and pardon me for saying, but I think such a talent could be very useful. Perhaps not to you, so much ... but to me, to my organization, in your service. Very useful indeed, I'm thinking," Pietor mused.The object of the conversation was sitting a few feet away in another chair, with a plate of refreshments and a cup of Michael's best evil brew at hand. One would think he was paying little attention, but the knowing glint in his eyes. She leaned against me, her head resting my chest, still curled tightly into herself like a newborn. I began to rub her back, resting my head on hers, nuzzling her scalp every so often just to remind her that I was there and I loved her. Slowly, she unfolded and wrapped herself around me, as I did her. Her tears gently salted my chest as they poured from her eyes and down her cheeks. ‘You’re alright, sweetheart. They can’t hurt you.’ She pressed her face deeper into my chest, if that was. You sold more booze tonight alone than you ever sold before on any two weeks combined. You ran out of brand name whiskey and was serving some of your cheap bootleg corn whiskey as everything from Crown Royal to Jack Daniels. Your bartender said he was going to quit if he didn't get some help and you want to cry poor mouth."Then Emily came up with an idea, "Walt, why don't you charge a five dollar cover charge on the nights you are having live entertainment?" I'm sure glad I thought of that." he.