I slept with my college student Tiffany and the little bitch now black mailing me. She been doing it for years Ms Henderson” Donald said talking on ...he phone“mmmmf” Ms Henderson said on the other end“What!!?”“Sorry unless you mmmm have any proof of that said pictures came from her, mmmmm you ooooo have to drop it. So far we only have proof that you ummmm slept with her”“Who else would have sent it? Least investigate”“Sorry we can’t afford investigations. We have to let you go”“What!!?”“We give. Diving back in, you assault my clit with firm strokes, light strokes, long and short, fluttering flicks. You hear my moans of pleasure and the juices of my excitement. >> Taking your free hand, you run your fingers up the back of my leg resting on your shoulder. Your other hand goes upward, just below my belly-button and presses my hips tight against the wall. I feel one finger enter my wetness as your tongue continues its dance on my clit–then two. In and out the fingers thrust and twist. I saw her enter the room with a balcony over looking the ballroom and the dancers it contained as I neared the top of the stairs. I hesitated and waited, wanting her to become comfortable with the sensation that she was alone to observe the revelers dancing below. As she was standing at the center of the balcony I had to walk down the side of the hallway, slowly and silently. Not wanting her to have an inkling that she’d been followed. Staying in the shadows, my dark nondescript costume worked. Mostly, only other men came into the store, and if any women came into the store they were with they're husbands or boyfriends, or they were "sloppy" as he called them. Nothing really eye-catching ever came through those doors.The day droned on, he took his lunch break at about 3pm, and returned to work an hour later, leaving himself exactly one hour left on his shift. Little did he know that hour would be the start of events he would never forget.***"Son of a bitch!!!" she shouted at the top.