That is why we hired you. Police detectives must decide if the story changes each time they tell it to determine if someone is lying. Some of your pat...ents are under duress or worrying about going to jail. Hopefully, they aren’t afraid of being locked up in one of the rubber rooms. You need to think if you can be the mechanic that listens and goes to check it out. If you can’t be anything but the old mechanic who believes you are a moron about cars, then you need to return to whatever you were. Mr. Davidson would let me rest as he composed his own email back to Mr.Thompson, giving him a copy of the video that he just made along with mydaily fuck diaries that I filled out whenever Mr. Davidson used me. Iknew that he read them from time to time, so I had to always talk abouthow much I loved feeling his cock inside my asspussy or loved the tasteof his cum in my mouth. I would usually type these at my desk outside,and I could only hope that none of the other girls walked by and sawwhat. She couldn’t help but crack a smile. He was dangerously charming. “Let me carry them for you. I don’t want to see you falling down again.” His breath smelled delicious like he had just sucked on a candy cane. She felt her body temperature increasing. “That’s alright, you don’t have to do that.” “But I want to,” he said with a genuine grin. “We live in the same apartment, by the way. I see you getting in the elevator all the time. It’s really no trouble at all.” They walked in silence for. I am a bit of an exhibitionist so I spun about as I tossed my skirt and blouse to the floor, leaving on my thong and heels.“Oh-my-fucking-GOD, you’re gorgeous,” Brett groaned as he pulled me close. We stumbled to the bed and I was on top of him, getting the remainder of his clothes off. He smelled good, the scent of Old Spice, which I like, wafted to my nose. I inhaled his scent and nuzzled his neck, a bit of scruff rubbing my cheek. I kissed down his body, he was nicely hung too, and I.