Bit of a stomach gripe. I'll be okay if I sit down."He nodded to a chair and began to speak. Apparently one of our main competitors had been trying to...woo one of our main clients away from us, and Mr Saunders was already on the offensive. As he spoke, I became aware of the itch in my arse. I tried to ignore it but it wouldn't shift. I began to reach to scratch it, but stopped myself. I could feel myself beginning to squirm in my chair. Mr Saunders stopped his spiel and looked at me."Are you. ” He popped the trunk and pulled out an old blanket and then took her hand and led her over to the grass where they could see Springwater Crick. After they sat down, he said, “You know my folks are Polish, right? I mean you can tell by my name, Paulus Piotr Ryszard Rezorowitsky“Yeah, you told me. That’s a real mouthful!” she said.He laughed and nodded. “You can’t even fill out forms correctly; there’s not enough spaces! That’s why everybody calls me Razor.”“Okay. So, what has that got to do. But in the background, she could hear the urgent scratching of pencil on paper.James pressed against Kelly’s back. With one hand, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and his other hand slid beneath her panties. His fingers found her wet and wanting. He bit her, a little roughly, on the shoulder and at the same time slid two fingers between her labia and penetrated her. Her knees wanted to buckle, but his firm grip held her upright.Despite the sensations of pleasure rushing through her. “Yes, how did you know? Have you been to my old high school?”“Yes,” I said, “and now I know that you can’t be trusted with crayons!”Katie nuzzled her face against mine. “Bugger crayons. I can’t be trusted with your bare ass.”She affected a pensive expression. “Now what rhymes with knickers?”“Stop it you silly cat.”“Flickers, clickers, lickers, liquors, kickers…”I could not help myself laughing at her studied silliness. Katie was a vastly different creature from any of my more conservative.