I thought of Samson too as soon as I saw her - he likes them small. Arranged it for yesterday, with standard first-event surveillance, but Samson was...in to the office today to discuss it, and his version of events is essentially confirmed. Emms seemed to think she had some say in the matter - she refused to remove her clothes, though apparently she took some off eventually, and seemed quite surprised when he tore off the rest. From there I gather it was one frightened refusal after another. Bizarrely enough, the thought excited me. I kissed Heather more emphatically, and while she didn't resist, she was certainly surprised.The situation was amusing as well. Random guys kept walking past, and seeing that I was sitting there with three identically dressed girls, each one would try to start a conversation with one of them. Whichever girl it was would say she was taken, and then look at me. We would all laugh, and the failed Romeo would walk off again.Two separate groups decided they. Lifting my head, I saw Annie standing with the two to other women. She was in a white robe, her hair wet. “What the fuck is this?” Annie was yelling. “What do you want?” “I want you to remove that robe,” the older woman said. “Fuck off!” yelled Annie, furious. She clutched her robe tight at the chest. “Behave, or I'll fry you until you're pissing yourself.” The boss held aloft the remote. “In three seconds, if that robe isn't on the floor, you're gonna be.” I saw Annie grit her teeth and. I could feel her tense and tremble, now and then, but soon she was becoming more relaxed. When she finally opened her mouth a little, I brushed my tongue on the inside of her mouth. A soft moan tried to escape, and that only made me much more excited. Our tongues played with each other's for a while, and breathing got that much harder. By now my cock is at full erection, painfully throbbing against my denim pants. All I could think of was... More...Pulling back, I put my lips to her ear.