Natalie: It was my fault. I am a shoplifter, and it wasn’t the first time that I’d done it either. Not for the value of the object (it was only a ...air of stockings), nor because I particularly wanted them, but for the thrill. And because I did it, I have been profoundly punished, and so has my darling little sister.I am twenty-nine years old, and as the man behind me says, old enough to know better. I am a lady of leisure – my husband is a high-flyer, and we don’t have any children yet. My. "Don flashed her a big grin, "Well once I get a job like yours I'll get one. I don't make anywhere near the money you do."She grunted like she knew a secret that she wasn't going to share with him."Do you work around here?" she asked.Don pulled back his coat and showed his gun that he was now licensed to carry, "No, I'm a cop."Don saw the look. Some women have a thing for cops. He never figured out if they just wanted to be around someone with authority or if they loved being around danger.She. A little eye shadow made her eyes look smoky and her lips shone from a hint of clear lip gloss. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he blurted. She smiled at him and it lit up her face. Joe’s heart leapt into his throat. “Oh, I, um, we should, er…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Shall we eat?” he asked. “Sure, where do you want to go?” He took her to Pizza Express, somewhere not too cheap but not too fancy either. It took him a little while to get over the shock of her. He let out a groan, feeling the heat of your womanhood against his chilled fingers. He rubbed your most sensitive spot, sending tantalizing sensations through your body. Giorgie lowered his head and nibbled the other breast, letting his hand fall from the other. The rubbing between your legs remained though, and became so intense that you cried out. He stopped and motioned back to sitting position again. You knew what this meant, and complied. You felt the outside of his boxers, feeling the.