And when she was late forwork, which was often, it was Ron who covered for her.When new Beth arrived and would feel lost, Ron would be the anchorthat ...er life needed.If you asked Ron he would tell you that he would love to be Beth'sboyfriend. He dreamt of being her boyfriend and more. He would doanything he could to spend time with her, study, go to lunch walk herto her house after work.He would spend money to buy her flowers and other treats. When Bradhad forgotten/ignored Beth's birthday,. He has to be from up north.” He was approximately six foot tall, with a muscular build. His black hair streaked with grey was cut fashionably short and he got closer she could see that he had icy blue eyes, devoid of any emotion.Laying my book down, I stood up and said, “Welcome to Jasmine’s. What can I get for you, sir?”“I would like a large black coffee and one of those delicious looking banana nut muffins,” he told her as he apprised the top half of her body.She took his credit card and rang. I checked to make sure I was not seen, then entered through the side door and up the plain wood staircase to the rooms above. The same key that had opened the side door opened the door to the main room, and the musty smell of the place told me how long it had been unused. But it was basically clean.Ann was not there. At lunch I had told her to be there by 3:45 and to wait for me. She had seemed totally cowed and I was disturbed to find that she had disobeyed. Had she decided not to show? I. She kept me on the edge and I could tell by her lip action and the pace of her breathing on my cunt, that she was having one. I opened my eyes to watch her cum. She rose, her right hand still fingering and rubbing my cunt, and then she offered me her left hand. I knew it was not my juices on her fingers this time. Before I could think and talk myself out of it, I opened my mouth and extended tongue. As she slipped her finger inside, a massive orgasim became. Between her fingers down on my.