I took a breath and leaned into his hands. I couldn't hold in my emotions any longer."Ahhhhhhhh. Oh GOD. Yessssssss......" I writhed against him. I ...olled my shoulders side to side. The delicious warmth of the scraping wires sent tingles to my brain and back to my pussy. My clit was begging to be rubbed. "Don't you cum. DON'T you dare fucking cum. You teasing slut. You wanted this like the little whore you are."He started at my chest wall and rubbed the brushes down to where my . He was a great guy, and the best friend I’ve ever had. I’m sure you know he was one hella good backup in a firefight. His wife was every bit my friend as he was.” Tabby whimpered at mention of her parents, but this needed to be said. John pulled a check and a business card from his wallet. “Here’s a check from our union for $50,000 for Tabby’s immediate expenses made out to you and my card. I know Bob and his wife chose you to represent their family, and it’s obvious to everyone you have the. “It is not a smart decision, but it is my birthday and it’s what I want. Don’t I get what I want for my birthday?” “That’s the rule,” he answered. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get.” “You are such a giver,” she said with a laugh. “Wouldn’t you like to have a private fashion show and take another look at my gifts?” “I certainly would,” he told her and reached for his cell phone. “I should probably call the office and tell them we’ll be late getting back.” She took her hand off of. He’s a big deal in some Christian circles.’ ‘They gave it to you?’ I was still amazed. ‘Yes, Puppy, it’s what friends do,’ she murmured close to my ear. We watched the movie – an overly sentimental historical drama with a predictably happy ending – then retired together to her room to share the sofa sleeper. I had been uncomfortable enough by myself in that situation the previous two nights, and I tried not to think about adding another body to the equation. The bed was small – much smaller.