She'd sort of burned her bridges there. Well, not really, but people had expectations, and she hated to disappoint them.Should she call Cindy? No, tha... was definitely over. It wouldn't be the same without Doug. Speaking of which, she hadn't heard from him in a while. She did have a phone number, though, and whatever happened this week, she'd better call him.Fragments of the night before came back. That time in the hot tub had been the most fun, several women sharing moments of their life. That. We had already agreed we were going to 'go to a park' when we met. She met me at the station, looking so gorgeous. She had on a skirt, with a pink bikini top and a white tank over it. She quickly flashed me the bikini bottoms, and again thoughts of her sucking cock filled my mind, a weird kind of fusion as started to suspect I wanted to suck them too... We arrived at the park. I told her I had a surprise for her, and that we should go and stand in the small circle of trees nearby. Then, with a. The people who made our bullet resistant vests brought a van full of new designs they wanted us to evaluate. They even brought some of the new advanced body armor. They also asked if they could test and photograph the vest I had been wearing in Portugal.Photograph and inspect yes ; test no, most testing of that type involved some destruction. It was already hung on the wall in my office with the others as a reminder of just how close I had come to dying; not that I needed a reminder.The down. I could feel the dampness starting to form at the crotch of my panties. Oh god this man knows what I want. He started to move the massager over my womanhood. More moans escaped my lips. Oh that felt so good. The wetness was spreading, and my legs were starting to quiver. The man shifted a little as several customers walked over by us. The massager was still vibrating against my crotch. I couldn’t believe the customers walked by and didn’t notice I was moaning. They didn’t notice that I was.