For a few minutes she filled the room with her throat moans, her fingers still flicking the hard tips of her nipples. Mmm, she giggled, her eyes meeti...g the cameramans gaze through the lens. I think I need to take my top off, she suggested with raised eyebrows. The shirt was discarded in the matter of seconds, her top now bare of any barriers. Just look at them tits, another cameraman sighed as he watched her with intent. Her full breasts bounced lightly as she continued to manipulate her dark. ”Sami popped me out of her mouth long enough to retort, “Takes one to know one… especially coming from the girl who got knocked up by her idiot boyfriend.”I was actually shocked at Sami, but her sister merely chuckled and said “Touché!” The girls, it seemed, had the type of relationship where insulting each other was part of their bond.Sami went back to sucking my cock and, remembering what Breanne had said earlier, I carefully bunched her hair into a ponytail to keep it unsullied. I also. I didn’t have to wonder for long, “Is that the problem? You’re horny?” I just stared at the floor, not sure what to do. “Get your mind off your pussy and on your till or you won’t have a job here for long! Get back to work you slut!”I went to the restroom to try to get myself under control. Why was it so hard to get Sammy and his hard dog cock off my mind? I had been able to work before without sex on my mind this bad. A coworker was in the restroom when I entered. I went to splash some water. They were small scars, always easily hidden by clothing, existing as permanent reminders of the worst aspects of obsessive possessiveness. You couldn’t call that love, by Greg’s book. People could be treasured, but they weren’t treasure, they weren’t things. He’s come to accept them as part of her, though his heart still twinges painfully as he watches over her at night, imagining the story each old wound tells. Almost like writing on a wall, each seems to speak: a burnt dinner might be that.