Her hands unbutton your shirt, and you stop typing. No. Keep typing, she teasingly orders. She pulls your shirt off just enough to bare your shoulders...to her touch. Starting gently, she kneads your tense muscles, sending shivers down your spine. The last thing you want to do is type the paper now, but she insists that you continue working. The more you type, the deeper the massage goes. It is starting to get increasingly difficult to focus, your fingers skip keys, typos run rampant. You type. “I want pictures of my ass and pussy." She moved onto her back and I took pictures of her body while she pulled on her nipples and spread her legs, inserted her fingers into her pussy, then the vibrator, and then the handle of the hairbrush. We used the KY lube to make it look like her juices were dripping from her pussy, and took close-ups of “her juices” running down the length of her slit and dripping in long strands onto the bed. After an hour or so of picture taking, Gail asked if there. She and Ron have been married for 5 years now, and ever since he had lost his job as a Principal at the local High School, he had been very bitter about her high-paying career as CEO to a Revlon Cosmetic branch here in NY. There was a new Revlon opening up just outside of NY city in a smaller community, she did not tell him that she was leaving and taking her daughter Heather with her. For now, she must be cautious, and not show any emotions, because he thrived on fear from others. ‘Look, I’ll. Yeah... what is it?"My husband broke into the conversation."Good god child! It's Crown." Oh... ummmm... I'll pass thank you."I sat the glass on the nightstand, and R.J. shook his head."It'll help." It'll taste nasty." Just drink it down real quick, you won't taste it." Ha! Yes I will. Got anything else, anything that isn't gross?" Not anything that isn't gross by your standards."I stood up, and walked to the little fridge in the room. I noticed the satisfied look on Theron's face as he got his.