Her towel absorbed her sweat, muscle aches and stress. She sighed. Thirty-one next month, two years without a promotion and I'm still living alone in ... studio apartment. It's all so depressing. At least I don't have a cat … yet.How many times the door opened and closed, Laura lost track. Hot rocks hissed. The steam thickened. Almost certain she was alone, she snaked her hand under her big towel. Her fingertips roamed to her neatly trimmed sex. Between the sultry vapor and her touch, her stress. “I’m not going to set foot near the game tables or the competition room. I just brought you some new customers. I’ll stay in the lounge and have a few drinks, promise. Caine won’t let anything get out of hand.”Chance stopped for a long moment, thinking, seeming to come to a decision when his eyes spied Colin. A red eyebrow raised. “Fine. Lounge only. And the moment anything weird starts to happen, or anyone started getting unruly, anyone at all, you’re gone. I ain’t taking chances.”“Well that’s. .. hey! It didn’t work before ... these damn mechanical injectors clog ... and the French and German monster hadn’t run in years. Cleaning the injectors worked. I contacted the factory and wheedled a single injector out of them. I know somebody who machines complete injectors for tractor pulls. For the sum of 25 grand for the first one and $2,190 per set of six thereafter, he built me injectors that fed a larger volume of fuel.“Don’t be surprised when the head blows off ... Okay?”The movies. Ron gave in to his desire, cupping her right breast in his hand and gliding his fingers over the smooth globes."Mmm — that feels good. Do you like them, Ronnie? Tell me, Ronnie." Yes." Call me Sissy, like you did when we were younger," Christine said while squeezing his fully hard cock."They're wonderful, Sissy."Christine slid her hand around the back of her brother's head, her eyes pleading and her lips slightly parted. "Suck them, Ronnie." She tugged his head toward her, grasping the tongue.