I notice you walking into the shop, moving from bright sunshine to the shade and cool of the shop. You get your coffee and sit down at the small round...table next to mine. Your arms glisten slightly as the heat of the sun draws out the moisture of your body. As you pull your chair towards the table, I glance down at your exposed legs. Silky smooth skin, lightly tanned. The hem of your light summer dress resting just above your knees.As you take the first sip of your coffee you glance over and. ' He met me in the hall as he was leaving his room and I'm afraid that the years away from my former profession proved me rusty. My face must have showed my surprise as he immediately pulled the gun he had tucked into the back of his pants and brought it to bear between my eyes. It was at this point my old training came to the fore; there's nothing like the sight of the black hole of imminent death to make the old automatic reflexes instinctively erupt. He looked surprised as he fell into a. Maybe we could work something out so you could keep your job.” Pandora had no idea where this conversation was going, but she knew the last thing she wanted to do was lose her job. “That would be great!” she said, without hesitation. Mr. Smith responded, ”Good,” and arose from his chair. He walked over and placed his hands on Pandora’s shoulders, massaging them gently. Mr. Smith was an older, distinguished looking man in his mid-fifties. He was tall with a beard and thinning hair. “Have you. Squeeze them for your wife,” I said. “For you?” Jack asked. “For us then,” I replied. Then we switched to cowgirl style. But I had leaned down. I put my boobs right over his face and he stuck his tongue out. My boobs were only B cups. But he still loved them just the way they were. He grabbed both of them and licked and sucked on them as well. It tickled me a great deal. “Shit that tickles,” I said. Then he smiled a bit and kept going at it. Then it was more clear than ever, you don’t have such.