Wilson's statement momentary took the wind out of Pete's angry sails."Oh, I'll cancel the contract all right, but it'll be a cold day in hell before I...refund a penny," Pete said. "I've spent a small fortune on your contracts. Eight-vehicle surveillance teams don't come cheap." You didn't hear me, Pete. I haven't breathed a word to anyone about our deal, but at least two individuals know everything, every fucking detail, a man and a woman, and over the last few days, both of them demanded that I. "Honestly, Pebbles," Jacquie chimed in. "This is all your fucking fault. I told you we should have looked for some kind of listings magazine. If they've got Time Out in London and New York, surely they've got a Time Out in Detroit..." ... Or something like it!" said Jane.I knew Jane and Jacquie were being unfair, but I was never up to standing up to them when they got irate. Although this didn't happen very often, when it did the twins made up for the respite with sheer unremitting ferocity. I. His finger between my legs was buried deep inside of me while his other hand was squeezing and cupping my small breast.He pulled away from my mouth and leaned over the back of the chair, bringing his face to my breasts. He didn't play around here either, simply clamped his mouth over one and sucked at it really hard while his tongue pushed and flicked at the nipple.Reaching back over the chair I managed to get my hand onto the crotch of his trousers. There was definitely something hard inside. I pulled my sweater back down over my breasts, and then I lowered bothhands to my crotch. I began to massage my vagina through my shorts.“Or do you dream about my little girl spot? Huh, Dr. S——? Do youwanna see my cunt?”Her demeanor was a combination of dejection, confusion, a little anger,and an increasing amount of sexual arousal. “Look, Miss M—–,” shesaid almost pleadingly, “please … would you stop that for a.