It's not that I-" Lynn scowled at the stack of papers on her lap. Glancing up briefly, she spoke to the driver. "I'm trying to focus and you're distra...ting me. I'm not in the mood for idle chatter." The driver's eyes flicked to his rear view mirror before returning to the road. Lynn shuffled her papers, refocusing over the rumbling noise of the car crunching over rocks and dirt. Sloping fields of green grass alternated with corn and other crops as the car passed farms that spread further and. .. there you go you can take that with you. It's on the house. He walks away and unlocks the door. Suzie.... oh I guess I'll be leaving then. Manager..... your debt is payed. The manager sits back into his chair still naked and watches her dressing. She stands up reaches for her bra still on the desk and squeezes her self back into it.she gingerly walks to her dress and pulls it over her head. Suzie.... I don't think much of your bedside manner. Manager..... give my regards to your. Despite being quite overweight, there was something about her that was quite attractive. As one might expect from a girl her size, she had very large breasts that managed to look big and plump even in the loose shirt she was wearing. Her legs were spread wide open, and the baggy blue shorts she was wearing did very little to hide her pink panties in this position. She didn’t seem to notice Alex advancing towards her, and did not do anything to cover herself up. Alex could feel his cock. The photograph of Rick and Ilsa beside the Eiffel Tower had confirmed Freddie's suspicion that Ilsa was the woman that Rick had met in Paris. The card from Rick's Cafe Americain, Casablanca had provided their destination if Freddie was going to find Rick and tell her of Ilsa's fate. The letter? Well, it had looked like a lot of personal stuff. Freddie didn't really read it, just taking in that it was in Rick's handwriting. The dateon it had been from when they were both still in Paris.Clegg and.