Black fingers pulled the shirt forward at the waste, those shears slid up her belly and with a couple of loud snaps she stood in the dark skirt, stock...ngs and the remains of the bra, the shirt being thrown away from the body with a casual toss described by, the ever-frugal Nan, as “pure waste!” The big stubby fingers now laid the shears aside, undid the bag and with a flourish, removed the thing throwing it after the shirt. Nan blinking in the unaccustomed light, her hair a little untidy and. “Yes or no?” I asked and slowly lowered my right strap to my forearms allowing him to see the top half of my milky breast,”The next minute he violently grabbed me and pulled me to him kissing my lips and kneading the half naked breast. I pushed him aside and repeated my question.“Yes God Yes,”“then I am all yours,” I said. Before he could reach for me I pushed the copy of portfolio agreement to him and told him to sign it while I get out of these clothes. Das would have signed his own death. Hannah took the hem of Gina's blouse and gently began to pull it from her skirt. "Gina, would you please tell me exactly what you've been doing with this slut. I need to find out just how naughty she's been before I decide what to do with her."Gina, drawn into the spirit of the moment, felt a wetness developing between her legs. Helping Hannah pull the blouse up over her head, she spoke. "Well, first she'd call me and start telling me how lonely she was, and horny, and how she needed my. "Come on Martin. It's only a little thing -- to ask." Trevor laughed at his own joke which made Martin think more closely about Elena's comment. Maureen had expected it to be smaller. Why?"That looks as nice as it feels. Anyone else want a feel?" Elena mischievously grinned at Bryant and Trevor."No!" insisted Martin. He wasn't over-ridden this time."Aw. You want to see a trick I know then?" Sure." Maureen was normally a little hard to get on with. Whatever she had been indulging in to make a.