I told her that she really need to join the fun downstairs. She can always suck me off later so Gan kissed me and headed downstairs humming a tune. It...was during snack time Lin's phone started blowing up. Lin checked it and went into the other room to make a call and during that call she asked me to step in for a minute. It was Mee calling and she was asking if they could stay one more day and leave on Tuesday instead of Monday and I said sure. Then she asked if we could keep the k**s one more. The biggest problem they had (I swear I'm not making this shit up) was that the life rafts are strapped to the airplane doorway, and the fucking TSA rules about nobody taking anything sharper than a tampon on board meant they had to - no shit - borrow a fucking knife from one of the rescue boat guys to cut the raft loose before the plane sank. (Your fucking tax dollars at work. Thanks, assholes.)Anyway, I don't have any kind of system like Sully did, but I like to think about what I'd do in. No sooner turning the page of the newspaper as I browse for a sexy celeb Tiffany's undoing my belt and pulling my jeans off, then rubbing her hands up and down my length through my boxers getting me nice and hard all the while I'm reading my newspaper. Now newspaper and Magazines are two of my fetishes and Tiff's fetish is PVC and well being used as a slut and she was more than happy to accommodate my fetishes if it meant she got her holes filled.So by this time Tiffany has pulled my boxers. You’re 18. You don’t know what you’re doing at all. Yes, the final decision is being made by you, but only after I and about 30 other people filter out all the crap to show you true possible outcomes.’ ‘You’re not so old, either, Cindy.’ ‘And that’s my point. You haven’t seen half of my minuscule view. So, really…how much do you think you know?’ ‘A hell of a way to talk to your boss…’ The sting of Cindy’s hand crashing with his face surprised Joe to silence. Cindy stared at him hard. She.