"Uh-uh!"Annie stopped him with her loud grunt, aiming her sights right for his head."Boy, you must be dumber than a bag o' wet mice!"She chuckled as h... stopped in his tracks."So now vat? You will shoot me?"He asked, showing small sign of fear."On your knees."She ordered him at gunpoint.He nervously knelt down."Reach for the sky."She ordered. He lifted and held his hands up above his head as she walked up to him."Now open wide..."His lips started to tremble as Annie stroked the end of her gun. After lying on my legs the whole night, all she could say was that I was blocking her way. Nope, not a word of thanks. Did I care? No, I didn’t.We watched some more Glee on my laptop until we finally landed in LAX after a harrowing nineteen hours or so in the cramped economy class cabin. I was thankful to be able to stretch my legs as we walked through the long arrival area towards immigration then to baggage collection. I helped Rachel pushed her suitcase along with mine to the waiting area. It was a high vaulted, very light white washed office. It had huge gothic windows that let in a green sunlight, filtered through imposing trees.At the centre was an oak desk. It looked like a fortress. Beside it stood a petite woman in her early fifties. Her dark eyes gleamed like chocolate pralines on either side of an almost beaklike nose. Her mouth was smiling, but in a very thin way. She was dressed as a nun, but did not wear the tall sail hat. And although she looked very small and. I slid my free hand over a breast while I began kissing my way down her collarbone."If I can't manage to restrain myself," she asked in a husky breath, "what makes you think you'll be able to?" It was a rhetorical question of course. She easily slipped her arms free, and then her hands were all over me, pushing my head down to the unattended breast, stroking my hair, kneading my shoulders, reaching down to gather my shirt up over my head. When this interrupted my suckling, I slowly dropped, my.