Dylan took his well-deserved scolding and went back to work. There he endured the good-natured ribbing of his coworkers while they analyzed the shirt ...platter in true Rorschach fashion. He listened to the debate as they argued incessantly on what they saw. They all agreed it looked like two figures, but there was no consensus on what the yellow mottling represented. McCarthy saw dancing girls while Mahoney swore they were puppets. But Shari, ever the dreamer, hushed them both. She saw two cute. "Not a bit." I think you lie to Faustina. Look at your nipple. It's becoming hard, no? And what is this?" she asked, lifting her hand from her pussy and rubbing her fingers together. "Do I feel the moisture of love coming from you already?" No, no, no!" Oh, yes, yes, yes," Faustina chuckled."Leave her alone," Ruth sobbed. "For God's sake... leave my little girl alone!"Faustina's head snapped around, her eyes turning instantly cruel and threatening as she glared at Ruth. "Shut up, puta! This one. But I stopped when she begged off, saying that she was truly exhausted and promising to resume in the morning. I hadn't planned on having company in my bed overnight, but I was certainly not going to send her home.Between the wine and the sex, morning came all too soon for my liking. As was the case on many mornings, I awakened possessing a rock hard morning woodie. I was really surprised when I looked at Cindy and discovered that she was already awake and alert and patiently waiting for me to. Mr. Darrien pulled her closer to him breaking her line of thought. "You can call me Mr. D if you wish. All my close friends do." he whispered in her ear.A calm had come over her replacing the low voltage electricity that had been going through her body for the last few hours. Cuddled in Mr. D's arms, she watched the other 14 contestants parade down the stairs. Each and every one of them radiated sex. The soft sway of their hips as they strolled down the stairs. An inviting smile crossing each.