Sounds of flapping, clunking shoes and some clicking of footware on hard surfaces, the dribble of liquid, occasional torrents of liquids, high pitched...howl of something electric, a rattle, chattering females and now we’re in a more closetted space, voices in the space but distant, still they’re bouncing of echoing planes, but in a less harsh tone, the slam and click of a locked door and I’m out of her hand and on a shelf. Kept blind, I sense I’m going to befree soon.Back in her hand, fiddled. J. you're a real mate, phew it's warm in here!" she answered, I finished making the coffees," Milk, two sugars isn't it?" I asked, " Yeah that's fine," she called back. When I entered the room with the drinks Fiona was sat on the settee with her shirt unbuttoned revealing a black lacy bra that barely enclosed her boobs, " make yourself at home," I laughed as placed the cups on the table, " I am don't worry," she smiled back. " They are impressive, no wonder you get so much attention!" I said a. My husband was working and here I was showing of my big white booty to this man. I'd never been in such a situation. I'd never been treated like a whore. But I was about to be. I could see the look in Marlons face change as I turnt round to face him.I never had courage when it comes to men, I was always shy towards Mike or any blokes that may have tried flirting over the years. But this was different. I needed this and I was going to get exactly what I needed.I stared into Marlons eyes as he. Jim glared at him.“A Coca-Cola?” George said, trying to keep a straight face with limited success.Jim glared at him some more.“A Pepsi?” George relented.Jim didn’t bother writing it down. “And for you, madam?” he asked Jill.“A Pepsi is fine...” she said haltingly.With that, Jim left to go fill the drink orders.“You should report that kind of rudeness,” the older woman said.“Nah. Jim and I have been having that exchange for about five years now. We’ve known each other since I was knee-high to a.