"Do exactly what I say and I won't kill you. Do what I say, and I won't kill Ella." I look over at the precious girl, who stares back at me with wide ...eary eyes. I look back at Grace, who goes completely still, staring into my eyes in horror, unable to comprehend. "Do what I say, and nothing happens... to the baby." At the reference to her newborn sleeping in the other room, Grace screams and thrashes against my hand, vicious, fighting me with everything she has. I shake my head and let go. I. She could slip through my escort and have my pasties off in a flash. She would rub my nipples into her face and rub her fingers through my bush, caressing my pussy before one of my escorts pulled her away and shoved her out of the circle.I was visibly wet by the time lunch came. It was a constant battle to fight off my lusts as I ate. It didn't help that Shelena was sending more picks. In the new series, she was receiving a blowjob from the Freshman girl in the Program this week. Monica Rocha. Irritability. Sexy as hell. I tried so hard to cheer you up. Goofing around and giggling and forcing my positivity your way. It didn’t work. Not even a little. And that’s ok. Because sometimes anger, irritability, aggression; they all make for a very hot quickie.We both left work without saying a word. I didn’t know if you were going to call me screaming your head off about the inequalities of the world or you would be sad and defeated. You pulled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.. ”“Who is your friend?” James asked. The last thing he needed was a friend of the customer walking off with his tools. Even worse was having a weekend Mr. Fixit come in to inspect a job. More often than not, they didn’t know code, and half of their facts were wrong. He’d have to spend twice as long to clarify the misunderstandings that usually resulted from that.“I’m Peter Foreman.”James stared at Peter thinking that he was not a weekend Mr. Fixit. Peter had probably forgotten more than he had.