?Where?? he asked trying to pull himself together.?It?s a close one, Stoke on Trent area they think,? she answered and he sat bolt upright.?Stoke On T...ent?? he repeated with disbelief in his voice. Susan nodded.?That can?t be a coincidence, can it?? he asked himself more than Susan. ?No, the nearest grouping we have had in the last month has been in London. We cover most of Western Europe and I don?t think anything this close could be coincidence.? ?Staff and ex-customers search, I?ll get on it. My tongue darted inside of her. She was so wet. My hips started to move involuntarily. I needed some relief. I was as wet as Sara. All of a sudden, I felt some warm soapy water on my pussy.“Don’t move,” Steve said. It was tough with Sara moaning and sitting on my face. My face was covered in her juices. Sara’s hands were pulling at her nipples. She was getting close to cumming. I felt the razor cutting my pubic hair. What am I going to tell my husband? What if he comes home soon?Sara’s orgasm. I became a drooling, sobbing mess, my thoughts centered on the need to come. Nothing else mattered. I would have demeaned and humiliated myself and begged her if I hadn’t been so intent on biting down on the card with a single-minded need.“Good girl,” she whispered into my ear, her lips brushing my throat. I responded with a pathetic moan, which seemed to amuse her.“You want to cum, pet?”I did my best to answer, hissing my answer, nodding my head yes, my body shaking in response, then shaking. I need you to return.’ ‘You? Why you?’ ‘Training. I can’t start working until I’ve been trained.’ She didn’t reply, I continued. ‘She wants you to come back. And if I have to, I’ll get down on my knees and beg.’ She laughed and I was glad to see her smile. The awkwardness between us smoothed out and we chatted. The air cleared between us. I shared my vision, my desire to help the Center. ‘So, tell me. What’s going on? Why the hubbub?’ ‘Uncle Jessie, before he died, was trying to get me married..