“In any case, I need to crash and go to sleep. I’m dead on my feet.”I yawned and stretched. The drug of choice from Colombia and the adrenaline ...igh for my new job both ran out of steam. My get up and go had got up and gone.At 5:15 sharp, I stood outside the door of Sheila’s office with two steaming cups of coffee. Martha from the kitchen prepared the commander’s coffee to the leader’s liking. I noted the recipe, black with a splash of cream and a dash of sugar.“Here goes nothing,” I mumbled. And suddenly thats where we were heading. In the bedroom, Mum had already pulled the curtains shut and rolled back the duvet leaving just a single, crisp, cotton sheet. I noticed with pleasurable anticipation the vacuum flask on the bedside table. I could guess at its contents. I opened the top and peered in. I was right! Ice cubes!We both have a thing about cold. One of Mum's favourite things is to have a choc ice pushed into her pussy (You see; we DO share some words, friends from the US!). "I don't know what the problem is," she said, "but as I was getting the kids off to school I noticed the sink wasn't draining like it normally does. My husband had already left for work or I would have had him look at it." "Well, let's have a look and see what we can figure out." "I sure appreciate it. The kids will be coming home from school hungry and I have to get to work. I would really like this sink fixed when they get home." "Oh? How many kids do you have?" he said, trying to make small. Rather than try to push through all the people attempting to escape the parking lot, I thought I’d wait so we could just slip through at the right time. “I was a helpless virgin when I met you and you made me do all sorts of bad things.”“And yet you wanted to see me so I could do more of those bad things with you?” I moved my fingers higher. “Seems perhaps I’m not as horrible as you want to say I am.” My digits pressed against her bloomers. They were already damp with her desires.Brittney made.