She's called Gina, 30 years old, 5'5", thin with dark hair and extremely pretty. As Donna wanted her hair doing for a party we were going to Gina offe...ed to open her shop late so she could have her hair done the same evening.Friday came round quickly, as I dropped Donna off at 6pm, the town was quiet and there was no-one in the salon, I told her I'd be back in an hour. 7:20pm I parked outside the salon, knocking on the door as it was locked Gina smiling opened it and let me in. As she locked it. Your teeth raked against my sensitive flesh as you devoured my flesh, marking me, claiming me. Just when I was sure you were about to thrust into me, you dropped down to the floor until your mouth was directly over my womanhood. Gasping in surprise, I was unprepared as your teeth nibbled at me, rolling my sensitive nub with the help of your tongue. Teetering dangerously I grabbed hold of the countertop in a desperate effort to stay standing as my legs dissolved beneath me. Your tongue thrust. Vick was not around and so I had to take the payment. Upon doing so the man asked me “what’s your name son”? And I replied “Ben”. He then said “My name is Tom Davies”. He was a good looking man with a firm upper body and was just a sexy looking guy. Tom was a successful businessman with his own Advertising agency. As he drove out he looked at me and waved and said “see you around Ben”. About a month later Mr. Vick gave me some bad news that he is closing down the shop and going to live with his. Listening for a moment, she gave Kevin a thumbs up sign and grinned, then gave him the earphones. A signalman came crawling up to them as Kelly worked her way back towards the base of the cliff. So far, so good. The microphone was working perfectly: It was almost as if they were standing in the middle of the tent; they could hear everything being said. Kevin and the signalman were taking careful notes to identify the call signs of the units of the 82nd. If her plan worked, there would be more.