They had met when he had a crappy Xmas job at her store. At first he was pleased. Sasha was a good-looking girl. Perhaps if he played his cards right ... date might follow...That thought had died by the end of his first shift. Sasha was a cow. A mean, bitchy, arrogant cow. He worried that her coldness was the result of his rudeness - had he made leering at her too obvious? But it soon became apparent that Sasha was obnoxious to everyone. A bully to those beneath her, someone who blamed everybody. ”I grabbed my tool from her crotch and felt some moistness on her shorts. I was all ready to rip her shorts off and taste that sweet pussy.As bad luck would have it, another customer came in the door.I told him, “I will be right with you when I am done here.”I finished the tattoo on her ankle reluctantly. She then paid me. I told her, “If you like my work, tell your friends or come back, and I will gladly give you another tattoo and the second one is free.” Which was a lie, but I really wanted. Fiona writhes on the sofa, Emma starting to work her magic with her fingers and with Becky following her lead, Emma slides her slender finger up Fiona’s wet pussy lips, with Becky doing the same a fraction later leaving Fiona no time to recover from each touch. Unable to control herself, Fiona’s hips buck violently, desperately trying to get those fingers inside her instead of tormenting her and driving her wild with pleasure. Becky giggles as both she, Emma and Miss Caitlin recognize the buck. "I can't speak for you, Cleve, but I am so proud of Brian. He saved my daughter and my almost-daughter, twice, with nothing but his brains and guts. And now, for the rest of his life, he will pay the price for what was done to him when HIS government let him down."We've decided that Brian will convalesce here. My daughter and Doctor Temple are arranging full time nursing care and physical therapy. We can at least pretend to live like normal people, at home instead of being hidden around in.