“How is your new friend doing?”“Even after three weeks she is still a little shy. She likes you, why don’t you talk to her?” Snow kissed him...lightly on the cheek. “If we have enough time I’m sure she would up for a quick romp.”“Not enough time.” He said ruefully. “The Queen would have sent me yesterday. If she could have spared me…but she couldn’t. So I was ordered to have you start out no more an hour after my arrival.” He put on his best smile when Angel walked up. “Hi Marc how are you?”. The window cleaner now had a big grin on his face, and he was shaking his head like he had never seen anything like it in his life. Seconds later Wallace was hiding in the bedroom and trying to get the string untied. ‘Fucking hell, what are we going to do?’ he panted. ‘Look stay here, I’ll have to pay him.’ ‘What? Do you think he’ll keep quiet?’ Poor Wallace was shitting himself. He opened his wallet and I plucked out a load of notes. I shut Wallace in the bedroom and opened the kitchen. Gotta keep all three starting outfielders because Brennan’s starting as DH, and we don’t want you playing outfield.”“Or infield,” I said. “I know my reputation as a fielder, Mr. Warren.”“Paul,” he said. “I’m a manager, not an accountant.”“Yessir,” I said.“Paul,” he said again.He told me to sit down. He sat down too, behind his little desk in that tiny office. “I hear real good things about your bat,” he said.“I’m pretty sure I can hit up here,” I told him. “I got no illusions about ... the. Rachel’s soft fingers now sliding over my clit again, the tingling, the throbbing is flourishing to a new height as I buck under her hand.My body tenses, I can feel Rachel’s fingers now penetrating my sultry wetness, I feel my muscles contract and gripping Rachel’s fingers. I am trying to keep them impaled in my pussy. Much to my chagrin I relax my grip on Rachel’s fingers and she slowly exits the opening of my vagina. Her fingers glisten from my fresh wet essence. I can see how wet her fingers.
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