I felt a hard chest pressing against me and something poking me in the ribs. “Alright, here’s the deal. You’re going to tell me who the hell you...are and what you’re doing here. You’ll be lucky if I don’t call the cops. Think about screaming, I’ll put a bullet through your ribs. I can tell you from experience, that’s a bad place be fucked up.”My eyes widened. “You got it?” he said. I nodded. He removed my hand and I sucked in a breath of air into my lungs. “It’s me, Mr. Burkle.” “Trish? What. "He arrived at her place about 5 minutes after 7, he wore a blue dress shirt that was tucked into a pair black jeans, and sneakers. Tina pulled the door open and invited him into the house. She smiles shyly as he walked past her. He headed over to the couch where she offered him a drink, "water would be great" he said as he plopped down. she handed him a glass of water and went back to the kitchen, to finish dinner, after she had the food on the plate she crushed half a sleeping pill and. The sight of her bending over her desk exposing her French undies with the garters and white nylons was etched in my mind and I would often touch myself down there to recall entering into her garden of paradise the very first time.My favorite Nurse Ginny was down on her knees servicing me at the moment and we both had our face masks down on our chins to allow us the close contact required to complete the transfer of my juices into her throat.“Oh, Nurse Harry, are you sure there is no camera. I started laughing and turned and cracked the whip in the air and screamed “All right slaves, back to the salt mines.”When the laughter stopped, I went to each desk and said thanks again. I also told them that Friday I was buying a couple of rounds at the ‘Nut House’ a local lounge that we normally stopped at after work when there was no work the next day. I said that everyone could leave their car at work, and I would rent van’s to take us there, and for cabs to take everyone home.About 3.