Hell, I like a challenge. Not that it’s really a challenge, I guess. So who’d you have in mind, exactly?’ Arthur cleared his throat again, and m...mbled something. He had to repeat himself twice before Shane finally heard him. ‘Whoa, damn, Arty, you got some fine-ass fuckin’ taste, son! You rep her?’ ‘It’s ‘Arthur,’ and yes, I ‘rep’ her. So… are you saying you’ll try?’ ‘Try? Hell, I tell you what. This is gonna be baller, man – for this, I’ll let you do it for free.’ ‘For… free? There’s gotta be. The hubby flashes his cards to the staff to keep them sweet re. what's going on. The manageress knows and is interested, the younger one is catching on, although I guess more into straighter scenarios.I slip inside the changing room and start to have a peek, I run my hands all over her scantily clad body, rubbing my hard through my trousers up against her arse which she wiggles to clarify her interest. She comes out with me and does a twirl, I like that one I say. David whispers to me to be a. She’d never felt so safe and comforted as she did in his embrace. His hands were warm and strong and she longed for him to explore her body.Jake’s kisses were soft and tender and she loved the way he gently sucked on her lip. When his tongue brushed hers, she accepted it into her mouth without reservation. It was intensely passionate, yet their excitement remained tempered by youthful uncertainty. She dare not yet succumb to the fire he stoked within her and Jake seemed to be holding himself at. Those Roman weasels have no shame!" she stated."But what about the clicking?" persisted the scribe."The clicking? Oh. Burn the manuscript as I told you to do. Then see if the clicking continues. Copy something decent, such as Aristotle's Posterior Analytics. I'll predict you hear no clicking then!" So you think that the clicking is connected to the manuscript, then?" asked the scribe. But the astronomer was not listening and shooed him away with an imperious wave of her hand."I have much more.