I stay bent over as I pull my hands upward, tracing the shape of my legs. I pull up the hem of my dress, showing you my round, firm ass, and leaving m... dress bunched up around my waist. I push my hips back, letting the puffy lips of my pussy peek at you from under the flawless orbs of my ass cheeks; I want to remind you what you’d be enjoying right now if you hadn’t chosen to toy with me. I didn’t see you as you quietly moved closer while I was busy putting on my show. I start to turn so I can. He'd always fancied Liz McDonald, so he decided to hire her. When she arrived for the first day on the job, Liz had turned up wearing a tight white shirt, which showed of the curves of her breasts that were supported in a white half-cup bra. As she stretched to replace some bottles on one of the shelves, the shear material of her shirt pulled tight over her tits, her nipples and areola were clearly visible. To finish off her outfit she wore a short black lycra mini-skirt, with shear black. The alarm began its clamour, the sound sudden, a raucous clattering that nearly made her jump from the precious bricks.He roused, a huge paw shut of the noise, and he raised himself, smiled at her, and asked if she was comfortable.Her reply was unrepeatable, as she swore at him that she was in severe pain, he was a bastard she hissed, and she hinted as to what she would one day do to him if he didn’t release her.The outburst set him laughing, he slid from his bed blew her a kiss then went. That kind of trust was impossible to find in the real world because I closed the real world off. I thought that we had that, and if we can, then I sure could use a trusted friend.”“Sasha, I fell in love with you. I would like to see if I could do that again, once I learn to trust you, if I can. You made me see that love could be a great addition to my life. Then you made me see that love can also be a smokescreen to the worst aspects of a person’s life. When I thought you loved me, I had never.