It's barely a light workout getting into the topoffices. I don't even draw a knife. Six bouncers are goingneed some serious ice packs and BenGay thoug....I step into the office of DeGrego, some suave euro-trashasshole. We've crossed paths before."Oh my God! Siren! It has been a long time, please, comesit down... tell me how you've been!" he says in hismuddled accent.I've felt that he either fakes the accent or moved around alot in Europe growing up. Either way, it makes me somehowinstinctively. I flipped the TV sound off.Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” was unmistakable as you cranked up the volume on your iPhone. A little leg or actually ankle, then a smiling face peeked out of the doorway. A lot more leg, which was pretty bare, and then you came out to show me your outfit. You had on black heels, short mini plaid skirt, a long sleeve white blouse, white thigh-high hose, and hair in two ponytails that completed the schoolgirl look. I was grinning from ear to ear. I forgot the. Her baby fat perfectly framed her face and showed her more childish side. She pulled down her jeans and revealed her slight hourglass hips. But her round, soft ass was by far her most appealing feature. His stepdad nearly came right there just thinking about spanking that ass. “Get on your hands and knees” the old white man said while pointing on the bed. Jenny nervously stuck her ass in the air on her stepdad’s bed. Then he slapped her ass. Hard.“OWWWW! What was that for?” She screamed as her. The promise of the sound of the world outside called to them like a sea siren crooning from rocky shores.Clay shucked on his jeans and his tee shirt, Ashe wriggled into her sundress, neither of them bothering with underwear or shoes, and they ran like kids across the parched dirt lawn and hot asphalt parking lot to his pickup. The jumped in and drove until there was no more city, then turned into a BLM side road, shut off the engine and doused the headlights. Clay snagged the thick blanket he.