To her utter amazement it emerged clutching the artifact she had recovered that day! To hell with the menopause this was looking more like Alzheimer's...by the minute. First she had bought an auction lot she had no interest in and now the most valuable relic from the dig was in her pocket like a discarded candy wrapper.Joyce turned and instead of heading back to the lounge as originally intended she walked to her study and logged on to her PC. After half an hours surfing she felt much more. Skirts emphasize her feminity, she thought. Of course, men loved her wearing short skirts back at high school, and in her mind somewhere, she also found it exciting to put across her legs, kind of hiding or preserving something. Attention made her feel better. I don’t wanna say she had a dirty mind back at high school, but this feeling excited her, physically, she almost felt something between her legs under such situations. She, on the other hand, was a really good little actor, and I’m not. I own the Too Late Restaurant here in town. Mr. Thornberry, I'll come right to the point. The trio I hired to play tonight just cancelled out on me a little while ago—so, I need to hire someone for tonight. Is your Group available?"Jack Thornberry laughed. "Well, no... , my Group is not available." I was afraid you'd say that." Bill said, disappointment registering in his voice. "I guess I'm too late. Well, thanks anyway--," Mr. Bishop, I don't have a Group—so it's not available—but I am.". Fuck me both of you. Fuck me hard.” I took one of her hands and guided it beneath her to hold the dildo so that I could grab both her cheeks as I fucked her arse. “God Jan you have the tightest arse and I love fucking it. You love it too don’t you whore?” She cried out that she did and I had never seen her like this before. She was insatiable, and I? I was fucking her arse? After a few more minutes I could feel her coming and so I pulled her hair a little more, drove into her a little harder.