‘Will I see you? Hopefully so.’ I whispered. I left him with the check, the place was being cleaned he was standing there feeling intoxicated by w...at he felt. He left the house dark went into his bedroom and fell into a quick sleep. Moaning with desires, knowing the money was going to be the factor for his business. He was going for the whole Angela experience. He was hungry for a woman to touch him. Snuggle him, intimate touches knowing touches. His body was aching so badly. He had little. I was becoming overcome with fantasies, and decided to play dirty. I was moving in a month, leaving this job, and never coming back. With nothing to lose, I snuck off to the kitchen before joining him in a bedroom. Opening the freezer I grabbed some of the snow that accumulates inside and placed it on my neck. By the time I was back showing the room, the snow became a trickle of glistening water sliding between my erect tits. "So Brandon, what do you write?" Erotic Fiction." I don't think I. ”“How do you feel about this,” he asks, feeling that the whole story isn’t being told. “It is your father she was threatening.”“That cold bastard should get what he deserves,” she spats. “I would love nothing more than to drive the knife into his black heart, but I will not do it at the cost of my company.”“So why not just come to the police?” he asks, pretending to be puzzled by her decision. “That seems like the best route to take. Otherwise people could get hurt or killed like Ms.. Then she began slowly kissing down her body, stopping just above her pussy. She could smell her sex and see her wetness through her panties. "Nice and wet you little slut," said Becca slapping her pussy. This caused Chrissie to moan. "Oh you like that?" she said, slapping it again. "Uuunnhhh" moaned Chrissie. "Mmm eat my fucking pussy Becks," moaned Chrissie. "How bad do you want it whore?" said Becca rubbing her clit through the wet spot on her panties. "Mmmm fuck so bad baby, please," she.