..My eyes locked on yours as I grin back at you...I tell you I am almost ready... and turn to get my purse...I can feel your eyes on me as I walk away.....I chose this outfit with you in mind tonight...My black dress like a second skin on my body... long... just reaching my ankles... one long slit up the left side all the way to my thigh... long sleeves... and a low cut front... low enough to tease you with the sight of my cleavage... high heels... with stockings that reach my thighs... the tops. " I can't tell if you're complimenting me, or trying to get me to ripyour throat out," Lonna complained, gnashing her teeth together. "Whothe hell do you even think you are?" Ah. Perhaps I should have led with that? My father is Lord Schmell, abaron. I am his first daughter, Marindell, but since I was born of acommitment ceremony I am sadly bereft of titles. Hence my placement inthis manor as a maid, as it would happen." Lord Schmell?" Lonna tried to remember if she'd ever been to the. She took a slight break and took off her shirt and bra."Oh, what a nice rack," he mentioned.I just sat there, and watched TV. I concentrated on getting fucked in about an hour or so. If that didn't happen, I was sure I'd definitely run. Then he began moaning a little bit."Shit! I'm going to pop," the man yelled out.He came right onto her boobs, and then he threw her onto the couch. He didn't hurt her, but he did rip her skirt and panties off though. Then he got right behind her and jammed his. They would turn this place upside down until they found the person responsible, after that ... well, accidents do happen.All of which, was making Monday look like a very good day to call in sick, or a very bad day to go to work. Especially if your job was at Chicago's City Hall.MONDAY 8:30 A. M.NSA Headquarters, Fort Meade, MDK. E. O. T. C. section at NSA was one of those, 'never heard of it', outfits because 'officially' it didn't exist. Their unofficial acronym stood for, 'Keep an Eye On The.