Barbara followed Alfred into the grand entrance hall and then into the more homely environs of the workers' kitchen.As he pottered around, searching f...r a first aid kit and some ice for her bruises, Barbara sunk into a chair and stretched out in feline largess. When the butler turned back he expressed barely concealed shock at seeing the Commissioner's niece running a luxurious hand down between breasts almost exposed by her undone blouse.He saw the blood smeared across her skin. When she slid. I wasn't sure whether we were hitting some bad timing with Nikki's clients or whether they had gotten spooked for some reason. They all seemed tight-lipped over the phone.Finally I managed to scare up two johns for the night, one for six o'clock and another for seven. The six o'clock john was a new guy. He'd told me over the phone that he was a self-employed contractor from Toledo, referred to us by Hank, Nikki's lawyer john from Cleveland. The guy seemed okay over the blower, but I arranged to. A healthy flush of blood to her already glowing skin made her irresistible. She wondered if Marcus would crawl through a mile of muck like the protagonist in ‘The Shawshank Redemption’ if she demanded it. She wouldn’t ask him to do that, but her bets were on him doing it if she asked. It is a marvel to get coffee which has been roasted the right way, and she enjoyed that just then, forgetting all about the trepidation that thoughts of her evening initiation engendered. She still slyly avoided. Please.”He listened without saying a word. He took my wet nipple in his mouth, but I tore it from him, turned around and getting on my knees on the bed. When I got in position, I turned around and looked him square in the eyes. “I want you to hurt this pussy.”“No. I want you on your back. I gotta see those tits as I fuck you.”I didn’t argue, flipping over quickly, and even before my tits stopped giggling, he had my legs in the air and was pumping his cock into my pussy. I could still barely.