We quickly finished the job and closed up the attic. Taylor pulled me to the door of her bedroom; I was expecting her to have another job for me as we...had just finished the boxes. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest. Taylor asks if I like touching her tits, I tell her “Oh god yes!” I squeezed and rubbed her tits through her shirt till she asked if I wanted to see them. I didn’t answer; she just pulled her shirt up and off. Two beautiful tits were staring back at me. Taylor guided. From there it grew and Brad would talk dirty about fucking her in the arse and say things to her like as soon as he came she should get read to get fucked in the arse. She always agreed to do it, but after he came, he never did. Kathryn was going to have to up her ante. Even when they weren't having sex or even getting romantic she would just say out of the blue how she knew a cock should fit in her arse. Just to get him thinking about before they next had sex. They had afternoon sex pretty. He is on the run without you. Now you either helped him, or he has deserted you. If you helped him, you know something that will help me. If not, you are a victim as much as any of those people he killed. So take a minute and think about it."I sat there very quietly, while she thought about it. She had to know it made sense. "I do not know anything," she said again through the machine. Do you know anyone that he knows in this country? Anyone who would help him?" No," she replied."I want to take. My skirt was a micro mini and my tank top was cutso low half my tits were hanging out; I did however wear a sweater thatat least covered my tits. I wore high heel spike heel boots and heavymake up. I was proud at how slutty I looked. I was looking carefully in the mirror and thought that my body was a bitmore feminine, my hips looked a bit bigger and I knew that my bras weregetting tight; could I be growing a bit? I hoped so; I would love tolook a little, hell, a lot, older.I waited for Arthur.