"Jack tried to cry but he couldn't, not yet. "There must be some way? I haven't liked this model any of the times I've gotten it. I want the other one..."The clerk had no time for this, but he grabbed Jack's paperwork away from him and scribbled something on it. "There, happy?" What? What?" said Jack, trying to make out the clerk's scribbles."I've authorized a modification to your delivery, you'll get what you want in, oh, twenty or thirty years, I've just saved you fifty years, probably." I. John grabbed a towel, wet it, and cleaned her up as best as he could, and then carried her back to the bed, stretched her out, and covered her up. When he got her settled he looked around. The place was an uncharacteristic mess – dirty dishes in the sink, open takeout containers on the table, and clothes draped over chairs. ‘I’m so cold,’ he heard, and noted that she was starting to shiver. Rummaging around in the wardrobe he found another blanket and an old quilt that he knew had come from. The familiar tickle in between her thighs when she saw Ian was beginning to frustrate her and she slipped out into the fridge and slipped her hand down her work shorts and pressed her palm against her clitoris to alleviate some of the tension she felt in her loins and mind. Paige knew she was safe as the other staff were busy preparing that nights meal and did not need to access the fridge. Although she was no where near orgasm, Paige still felt excited as she rubbed and pinched her pleasure. “Oh, god. Don’t get me worked up. I’ve gotta p...”Rhee stopped her sentence by kissing her, and I saw her left hand join my right on Heather’s chest. When Rhee picked her head back up, her eyes were staring at me, passing a question to me. I nodded, sure of the unvoiced question. Rhee started moving her head southward; I mirrored her head action, while hoisting my torso up to put its weight on my left elbow on the bed. We each took a nipple into our mouths.“Ohh-uhhah! Oh, god. Stop! Stop! I’ve.