TWOKip Sobieski watched the Mitsubishi drive away, and watched the poor guy walk, rubbing his butt into the office building. Jesus, that woman Fanchon...hadn't changed! His mind went back to years ago, when he'd been a reporter for "In the Bedroom" magazine...?God, those were wild times! Now Kip was a columnist for restaurant-supplies weekly, but back then he'd really enjoyed his early journalism. Kip had run into his old roommate from Buttermilk State, Flanders Cimelde, and Flan had been quite. There's just five or so of us in the garage who work for Jim and a few more watching from the sidelines who start grinning when Jim tells her he'll fix her car if she'll blow the guys in the store and a few of his close friends, and maybe fuck a few of us too, that he'll call it even.The ball's in Molly's court and she's crying her eyes out and cringing really and says she can't do that, and Jim just shrugs his shoulders and says okay, but that she owes him $50 for already doing an analysis.. “ „Was, wirklich?“ Mike schaute von unten durch die Maschinerie und grinste . „Du kommst also grade nicht weg da?“„Nein. Ich bin hier vollkommen eingeklemmt.“ „Das ist schön.“ „Was ist daran schön?“„Das wirst du gleich sehen, bzw auch nicht sehen.“ Mike verschwand aus ihrem Sichtfeld und sie fühlte kurze Zeit später seine Hände auf ihrem Hintern. „Das ist jetzt nicht dein Ernst, oder?“„Warum nicht, du stehst genau in der richtigen Position. Und vielleicht, wenn du dicht ganz entspannst, fällt. “The only real whore is whoever wanted you to believe something like that.”He pressed the heel of his palm back against her pussy and massaged her lips in slow, grinding circles.“What if I feel like a slave sometimes to all the feelings in my cunt? What if I want to be a whore? Your whore.”“I swear, Nikki…just shut up.”He pressed both palms against the flesh of her upper thighs and pulled in opposite directions, splitting open the gap of her blushing slit. He leaned forward and lightly touched.