As I feed the hungry machine more coins, I look over your delectable lingerie which is filled out by your mouth-watering body. Plump tits just heavenl.... I would give anything to touch them, to taste them, to wrap my lips and tongue around your hard nipples. I hope they are sensitive and you writhe under my touch. Your voluptuous hips and hot Brazilian ass. Mmmmm you have everything a sane man could ask for in a woman. I sit in my private booth, watching your performance flicker in front of me.. ’ I said. I removed the clip from the gun and un-chambered the bullet that was ready to fire and I tossed the gun to the floor near the door. Steve looked at Sara who was cowering behind me, then up at me. He hung his head and turned towards the still open door. He picked up his gun, got in his truck, and drove away. I turned to Sara and found that she was crying and shaking. I took her in my arms and held her. I sat down on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. We sat there in silence for. Finally Debbie could stand it no more. "What about your just deserts?" she asked sharply.He shot her a side long glance as he turned the car down a quiet country lane."I watched a movie once." He told her, "Where a wife did something for her husband when he was feeling stressed." I'm not your wife." She snapped as he pulled up into a little lay-by."Would you like to argue the point with Mr. Paterson?" he asked as he unfastened his trousers."Not really." Debbie muttered grumpily."Good." He. We decided to go to Dad’s studio and see what he was up to.We were greeted by Dad smiling widely at us.“So! You two have made your Mother’s Day,” he started off.“Well, I guess, but we really didn’t mean to,” I said.“Oh, well. Anyway, she called me and told me all about finally having grounds to fire the jerk. So, you have made her year.”“Well, it is a bit much, for just kissing on the dance floor,” I offered.Dad grinned and said, “It is a bit much for a lot of things. That was so mild as to be.