‘It’s a little after seven o’clock,’ she said. Lois sat up. ‘Doreen…I…I really have to go, soon,’ she said. ‘I have papers to correc... and a test to prepare.’ She stretched , an activity that made her bare breasts move delightfully. Then she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Before she went into the bathroom, she turned and looked back at Doreen, who still lay in bed. ‘Care to join me for a shower?’ she asked. ‘You know I can’t refuse an invitation like that,’ Doreen replied. She sat up. While we were talking and cuddling, Hiram was going to each body and pulling the masks off their faces. After a quick look at each face he moved on to the next. When he was done he turned to his tellers, and asked if they recognized any of the dead men.One of the tellers replied. “They are all small ranchers north of town, and have small accounts here.”Hiram nodded and said he recognized them as well.A short dapper man came rushing into the bank, stopping in front of Hiram and demanding to know. It's the type of dress that until recently, she wouldn't have looked at twice, but suddenly it's become one of her favourites.It's a long black evening gown with a scoop neckline that's cut low enough to show off most of her beautifully firm breasts, no bra of course to spoil their natural bounce or to hide the barely discernable outline of the delicate gold rings through both painted nipples.The gown is slit daringly almost to the hip up one side, designed deliberately to display the creamy. Mark didn't stop at first. He kept ramming his fingers deep inside of her. "Daisy!" She shouted again. Mark came back, his actions quick, and he untied her, and freed her from the restraints. "What?" Mark asked in confusion. His brow furrowed and sweaty. "You stink" Was all she could get out between the breathlessness. and anger she felt. Trying to stand. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Mark asked even more confused. "Its hot in here, I'm sorry. I didn't think that would make you say.