After I finished massaging her upper part, I told her toopen her eyes. I asked her how she was feeling. She said, beta is it not thedirty way of massa...ing? You were lying on me like husband and licking mynipples and armpits. I explained her, chachi, a massage sould be done with hotoil. Since oil was not hot, i provided my body heat by lying on you. Saliva ismore effective on nipples and armpits. I fooled my illiterate chachi. She was listeningme like a good student.I answered her every question. I will take your offer, and I thank you for being discreet about the incident. However, I would like to know about the agents involved. Are they all to lose their jobs also?" Well Marsha, each agent involved has been given a choice. If he chooses to leave the agency, he will be given the same choice as you, but if he decides to stay this incident will become a permanent part of his employment record for the next three years. After that it will be expunged from their record. Of course if any. “It is Steven George the Dragonslayer,” he called back. “If you be man or beast, come show yourself by the water’s edge.” Steven had nocked an arrow and held the bow at the ready looking into the woods. He heard a rustle in the bushes and drew the bow.“What do you see there?” whispered a voice beneath his elbow. “Is there a dangerous beast?” Steven nearly shot himself in the foot as he lowered the bow and swung to see beside him a very small man leaning on a very large axe.“What, er ... who are. "SHIT-" D-Money exclaimed, "he's 2 years older then my sister!" Jman didn't comment on that. D-Money picked me up, and dragged me over to the bed. He helped me up, then bitch slapped me backwards, I crashed onto the bed like a fallen meteor. "What you going to do to him?" Jman asked, sounding concerned. "I'm gonna show him what we been doing every friday when his ass is at work." D-Money told Jman to get up on the bed, and to squat down over my face. Jman didn't want to, but D-Money told him.