Jones's program was starting its sexual suggestions because she had noticed that cock. All she knew was that she had an urge to sink to her knees and ...uck it. She managed to control herself and said she'd start her patrol and left the van before she gave in to her urges.She wasn't 20 steps from the van before the agent had unzipped his trousers, extracted that cock, and was rapidly fisting it thinking of the body and especially that ass framed in those little panties. Wonder Woman wasn't 25. .”“‘Make you some REAL muh-fuckin’ money!’” she tittered. “Or do ol’ Benjy for free ... Yeah ... I guess that’s why I sorta soft-pedal the going out. I don’t mind meeting people at the mall or whatever, but I have MY wheels, I’ve got MY escape hatch. And I’ve already dislocated one thumb at the movies.”“Dislocate a thumb?”“Yeah ... He thought that being in the seat beside me, us talking, all that was permission for him to get his hands on my ... touch me. ‘No’ and a push didn’t work. I guess he. We heard nothing back until the following morning when shortly after getting out of bed a chap knocked on the caravan door, he was about 60yrs old, 6ft & had a broad Yorkshire accent. He told my wife he had been contacted by the owners about the problem with our TV in the bedroom & that he was a neighbour called Bob. My wife invited him in & took him through to the bedroom. I could hear them talking in the bedroom & the fella was doing his best to flirt with my wife, to be fair she was. "But Clara and I have never been closer than we have been since her promotion." That was true, even though we were sleeping in separate bedrooms."Then you are a very special man," she said. Helen locked eyes with me. "Take this," she said. She pressed a business card into my hand. It was an engraved card on heavy, cream-colored stock. On it was a single phone number and nothing else."Save it. It is my most private number. Clara doesn't even have that number. You may dial it any time, day or.