"So, Brett, all that time ago, in the end Janet did pay for all of those extras, didn't she?"Brett looked me straight in the eye. "Yes she did. Aye in...eed - in full!"His answer left me in no doubt as to what he meant.At that point he looked over my shoulder and said, "I think I need to go..." and was up and leaving before I could argue.I watched him cross the room on his way out as Janet, who he had seen entering and recognised, was coming across. He stopped briefly and said something to her as. “I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow, Sophie. Best not to bother with underwear.” He winked at me. I slapped him as hard as I could across the face, I was so upset when he didn’t even flinch. “How dare you! You heard what she said, this cannot happen again. It was a mistake and you know it. You prick, you can’t just walk in here and expect a fuck a day! Fuck you! You didn’t even know my name before you’d planned it out.” I could feel my cheeks blush red. His hand rested on my waist for a second,. After the run, Ann had hosed her down and dried her and now was working her muscles to loosen them. Faith was lying on her belly on a table in the barn as Ann’s fingers kneaded her tight muscles and worked the oil into her skin. The massage had become part of Ann’s ritual after taking the girl for a ride. After the muscles were lovingly massaged, Faith would be told to roll over and the process would be repeated on her front. The ritual always ended up with Ann oiling and teasing the full. And it wasn’t a sweet, kind kiss. It wasn’t a passionate kiss such as lovers have. It was a sinful wicked kiss just as Gracie surmised it would have been. His hands came up to her face and his tongue delved into her mouth again and again. His one hand moved over her breasts and pushed her small ass into his hard erection. He pulled her ponytail out and her hair fell around them both. His mouth came upon hers again and again and his tongue raped her mouth. God, she was sweet, he thought. Like a.