He just sat there with that shit eating grin on his face. She was going to kill him later. If he didn’t kill her first. The lady looked confused by...her weird change in mood but jotted down the order. “Salt on you broccoli maam?” Lacey could care less bout some damn salt right now. She wasn’t about to be rude to the waitress though.“Ummm….I..I don’t care.” GO AWAY LADY. She screamed in her head. She was going to cum, right here right now. She shifted in her chair again, gyrating her hips to. He moved over to the wall and picked up a long plastic rod. The thing had a tree of bristles at one end. Lara recognised it as a toilet brush. "Oh fuck!" She gasped."Do you want cleaning out?" He asked bringing the hard bristled brush toward her exhausted chest. He looked into her eyes then down at the dial, number 4 still beckoning."Yes, yes clean me out." Lara groaned embarrassed by the words as much as her naked suspended state. Her body was betraying her, clit on fire, she didn't crave. Had it never crossed his mind that his wife of two years’ marriage and a total of three years’ acquaintance might want to know more about Sonya? After all, they’d been married for over seven years. When Caitlin first met Ken at that fateful office party, he was a huddled diminished figure still moping about his recent divorce to his first wife—and clearly not yet reconciled to it. Nevertheless, Ken revealed to his second wife only the sketchiest of details about the woman who had been central. People being who they are, they don't like change. When the girls tightened up security, the employees, especially those who had been with us for a while, grumbled and complained, even going so far as to stop me in the hallway to let me know what a pain it was. I listened, and made reassuring noises, but always left them with the understanding that when it came to security, they'd better do what the young ladies said.When I wasn't in need of their immediate presence, one or the other pair of.