Thanks for the tip. By any chance, do you have a stairway that exits away from the lobby?" "Um, no ma'am. But there is a freight elevator that exits i...to the alley. I have a key for it." She smiled warmly for the first time at me and I felt my heart thudding. I unlocked the elevator and it slowly descended, and was conscious of her low cut blouse, her big firm breasts pushing it out. She was looking through her purse, and frowned. "I wanted to give you a nice tip, Bob, but I'm afraid I don't. I could see the red laser dot center on the chest of the apparent leader of the group. Homer squeezed the trigger and swept the bullets over the whole troupe of "tax collectors." Once they were all lying on the ground, obviously dead, I sent Homer over to inspect the bodies while still carrying the gun. Never again did he hear any teasing!From that point on, Homer was my shadow. I began teaching him what I knew of the shaman trade, including all of the poems and songs that I could remember. I. That was probably a pretty accurate description of the shape of her butt plug.“My sister saw all this?” Junior couldn’t believe his sister saw. He looked over his shoulder and she was still shadowing us from behind keeping a discrete distance so as not to be associated with us.“Oh yeah, she got her ass spanked too. Why do you think she has on that swimsuit, Sir?” Waverly told Junior that her sister got mouthy and Marlene spanked her ass.“No way, my mom would never do that!” Junior didn’t. “Get back ‘ere,” Dick barked angrily as he shuffled after her around the table, the soles of his carpet slippers making squeaking noises with each step on the hardwood floor. “Get back ‘ere, you saucy little minx!” For Sandra, the thrill of being chased was beyond exquisite. The hairs on the back of her neck rose in response; her skin went goose-pimply; the butterflies in her tummy were beating their wings furiously; her body buzzed with sexual electricity and hummed with anticipation. Dick,.