The bitch has to shit I suppose, he laughed to himself. Lesley arrived at work 10 minutes late and got a severe look from her manager who is a bald ma... named Ian Johnson. He had tried to get her alone at a Christmas party two years ago but she escaped. He was the only one who tried that night....all the good looking men didnt give her a second glance. She checked the duty board and realised she was not going to get off early. Her heart sank a little but she sighed and got her trolley ready to. John peered through the trees and could see some sort of hut a few metres away. John ran through the woods, and Becky followed. He reached the hut, and sat down inside, catching his breath. He looked up at Becky as she wondered in. Her t-shirt was soaked through, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, showing through her top. Her white t-shirt had gone near enough see through. Damn she was sexy, and she made him hard. He pushed her towards the wall, and pinned her. Without having to go to work, Carla occupied her time by sleeping extremely late, getting up, sunning herself to a dark copper bronze as long as the waning summer allowed her to (it's a good thing we lived in a very warm southern state that allowed her to tan outdoors; when the weather finally got too chilly, she joined a tanning salon to maintain her dark coppery tones).She would also spend long periods taking lazy sensuous baths, reading a good supply of erotic paperbacks, watching a lot of. . don't think so," said Sam. "Of course you don't, because you're a good man," she said. Thenshe came up beside him and knelt down next to him. "Do you think I'm pretty?" sheasked. "You're . . . lovely," he said. "Would you like to touch me?" "Oh yes." Very gently, she took one of his hands and placed it between her legs, sothat the fingers brushed her slit. Her pubic hair was very soft. Sam stiffenedsuddenly, and a groan escaped him. "It's all right," she said. "It's all right. Just a.