..you are losing control...fighting the orgasms that are seconds away. As he softens his sucking on your clit, he lets his skilled tongue flick the ve...y tip. Your hands have moved down to help spread your lips wide open and pull back the hood of skin to expose the sweet spot on the end of your clit. He slides a finger deep inside your pussy, as he continues his methodical licking. You respond with a sudden deep breath to the unexpected penetration. Slowly pumping his finger in and out, in. “What can you do?” “I work at a diner, but I’m a really fast learner.” “Here’s my card, and two hundred bucks. Take Christmas off and tell them Santa sent you.” He smiled and she stuffed it into her pocket as the little boy returned. “Thank you, Santa,” she cried. “Mommy, why are you crying? Was Santa bad to you because you have to work?” he asked with a sad look. “No, Santa has been really good. We can spend Christmas together, and I’m getting a new job.” She hugged her little boy. . ’ Jenkins left the room but, as she passed me her face assumed an angry look and I wondered what I had done to displease her. I watched her leave and close the door then turned to my Lady who was pouring two glasses of the wine. ‘One half glass per hour, no more, no less; I will not have you sleeping in my time, Madeleine.’ She proffered the glass and I took it but confess I had no thirst for wine. With a sudden movement she removed the white silk that covered her breasts and I suspect I may. I supposed the physical evidence teams had finished up and the yellow tape had been taken down. I wondered if prospective buyers would be aware that the previous owner had been killed inside the house. Probably. In fact, it might increase the asking price.I climbed over the seat into the back of the van and put on a pair of white coveralls and a light blue cap. Then I parked a little ways farther up the street and walked back, turning up Cahn's driveway with a confident heads-up stride, like I.