I thought of how amazing she looked, of how I’d envied her as she sat perched on the ottoman, cumming for her… Master. Of how I’d wanted to look...like that, of how much I’d needed, for days now, that release. Of how much I wanted to please Mrs. Vandermeer.She sat silently, reclining as she took another drink, not saying anything. I knew, without asking, that if I refused she’d understand even though she’d be disappointed.“If I do… who else will see it?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly as. “I’ve told you. Fighting fires isn’t really that dangerous. Greg’s broken leg was the first hospitalization that the department has had in a long time. I’ve gone to two funerals for volunteers, but neither died fighting a fire.” Dan was a darling, but he kept repeating his arguments for her head when it was her gut that worried.As she shifted back to give him space, the cloth of the nightie stuck to the sweat on her hips. She hadn’t needed the cotton blanket with the air conditioner off. The. Mostly, it was breaking up fights between drunks, but occasionally bullets did fly. Nevertheless, it was excitement which I truly missed. So, when a bounty hunter delivered a wanted man to Bob for a receipt, I was kind of glad to see one of our cells occupied by somebody who was sober.The town was still paying me my $40 per month; I think it was because the mayor was afraid that Bob would quit if they didn't. Therefore, I was the one responsible for "guarding" the prisoner. At least, he was. So Sarah put on a wicked grin and nonchalantly strolled in her skimpy bikini right out the sliding glass doors and into the back yard past the workman Her boobs were bouncing and her ass cheeks were half hanging out, so she tried to hitch up her top and pull her bikini bottom down to better cover her rear as she walked barefoot and self-conscious across the cool green grass. She felt her cheeks blushing as all work ceased and all the dark brown eyes of the lawn gang were fixed on her swaying.