I started kissing her inner thighs. About half way up, I slid my tongue up her thigh to the base of her pussy. That got a big reaction. She moved her ...ips quite high, then lowered them back down. I moved my tongue in a figure eight around her pussy. Up and down the outside and inside of her pussy lips. I gently flicked her clit a few times, then went farther down and slowly reamed her anus with my tongue. Her body squirmed with approval. I would exchange my tongue from her pussy to her anus and. I was back at the right time, as whilst I was not competent with a needle and thread, I could use a flatbed sewing machine and the over locker, therefore I could get on joining panels and leave the detailed intricate work to our seamstresses. Gill was our production manager; she had just about done everything in a workroom and knew the job inside out. Danny was an accountant and hated this time of year. He would be in despatch and was the only packer who would not forsake his suit and tie, much. I wouldn’t trust another mechanic to do my family’s oil changes, either.”I asked, “Would it be better to have a pit with a medium duty pneumatic lift then another spot with a heavy-duty hydraulic lift?”He chuckled, “In my dream garage, absolutely. However, since beggars can’t be choosers, I’d be perfectly happy with a pit and a pneumatic lift.”It was my turn to laugh, “That’s what we’re doing here, Buddy. I want you to picture your absolute ‘Dream Garage’, don’t hold anything back!”That was. Sam went to the the internet cafe’ to research the local news and the clubs’ history. Sam jumped at going to the club to “check her out” with the typical grim. Sam just shook his head as he walked away.Walking inside the club Dean clicked on the EMF Meter in his pocket and walked over to the bar. As he passed dancers he listened to see if the meter made any sound. Once at the bar Sam ordered a beer and asked if Marie was dancing. The bar tender said there wasn’t any Marie dancing. Sam said OK,.