Joy, that feels so good.This is what you want, Sarah, admit it.Yes…yess…yesss.. my voice faded, I closed my eyes…I began to purr.Joy squeezed my...lips together and flicked her hot tongue over my little clit making it hard.Please pinch it, JoyI heard her giggle then felt her hot mouth sucking on it…biting it…swirling her tongue over it. But no pinching.Please, Joy, pinch it.Is that how you reach your orgasm?Yes, please…Ahhh, my little kitten. Tell me did you take something that belongs to me?I. That was ... that was really ... we ...um, we have yourinformation, right? If it works out, we'll get in contact. Tell the nextone to come in on your way out please."+++++++++Coleman opened his apartment door halfway, careful not to swing it toohard or the things lining his tiny apartment hallway would come crashingto the floor again. He turned himself at an angle to wedge past and stepover the massive volume of items that made his home not quite a hoarder'sparadise, but not far away either.. “You drove over the hill.”“Government?” Aghast.“So they claimed.”Our stomachs announced that we had missed something. I blushed, he reddened.“I could cook,” I said simultaneously as he said, “Is there someplace decent we could go?”And I said, “That lets out bangers and mash.”I chuckled at his look ... not a clue.I sat up and exited my chair. “Follow me.”I led the way to the kitchenette, he marveled. I opened the cooler and displayed the ‘bangers.’ The potatoes were in the drawer.“Bangers and. The problem was that I was going to be in considerable pain for a few days. She warned me not to take too much laudanum and to rest as much as possible in bed. At least, I had a reasonably pleasant place to recuperate: The Cheyenne Social Club. I stayed in one room and took my meals there. The ladies of the establishment made a point of looking after me, but I was much too sore for sex during that time. Oh, well, my “doctor” did keep me from any sort of infection from the wound, and I recovered.