"I will do whatever you like". The bitch whispered wickedly over her shoulder, while continuing her slow, intimate movements.She alternated between us...ng her fingernails to gently stroke the fullness of my sack and her soft palm to massage the tightness of my hard balls…The elevator shifted at that moment, and my rigid, engorged cock slipped from her fingers. She surely felt it press deeply into her ass cheeks; because she let out a moan of her own. My hands grabbed her waist to steady her.. But the wife was irate and claimed that I killed her husband. Furthermore, she claimed that I killed him because he was a black man. Anyone who actually knows me knows that’s a load of bullshit. My best friend is a black lady who is studying to become a nurse practitioner, in this hospital, and my fiancé was a black man but he was killed in Afghanistan almost nine years ago.”“Emily, I know these lawsuits are bogus but hospital rules dictate that I put you on administrative leave until the. Alexander."As soon as Benton had taken their coats, he opened the doors to the central hall of the house. A truly breathtaking room. Huge winding stairs running up the walls, an elaborate lift made of glass and cast iron, and an enormous bay window with double doors, leading to a beautiful, secluded garden, running all the way down to the brink of Hudson river."Good Heavens, Alexander. I didn't even know that such houses existed. It's beautiful, it's overwhelming. We can't really accept such a. It seemed liked no one else was home."I thought we were eating with your parents," I said before putting a fry in my mouth."They won't be back until Sunday. They're at some conference or something like that." Oh." I knew if Tiffany told my Mom that it would be just she and me alone then I wouldn't be here right now."You haven't taught us how to putt yet," she said."You have to learn how to hit the ball off a tee before you learn to hit the ball in the hole." You can just hear Sara say 'Don't.