“Can I look at you?” I ask. “Think like an artist’s model, and just let us take you in. I’d love to paint you.”“Paint me, or paint a p...cture of me?” Megan arches an eyebrow and smiles.“Both!” I giggle, and she obliges by lifting her arms and slowly pivoting in place. Definitely right up there with Sonia. Nothing about her is large. Her waist is tiny, her hips are narrow, and her breasts, while round and prominent, are definitely on the smaller end of the scale. I can tell that, like me,. " As I half sashayed my way through the door I felt him lift up my dress to see what awaited him. No doubt, he saw my cute little blue thong riding snug between my ample butt cheeks because he exclaimed, "Damn! That's a cute ass!"As I chuckled like a little tease he pulled the door down shutting us in together. At first, it was dark, but when he found and flipped on the light switch I turned and looked around. He had clearly come in and sat things up ahead of my arrival, because while the unit. Promise it will get better,” I said with a smile.She did what I said and took another sip. She coughed a little this time, but not like before. Then she took another one. No cough this time. Then another one. She looked at me and smiled big.“My whole body feels warm. The burning is going away, and it actually has a good taste,” she said while sitting up a little straighter. “Can I have some more?” she asked while holding up the glass.“You really shouldn’t but it is the weekend, so I guess so.. ” She patted her soft-sided leather case. “I do have an offer ready for you regarding your injury, though.”“My injury? Nick didn’t have anything to do with that.” Emily frowned.“The offer is in return for your agreement not to sue my client or his cousin, Jasmine Abdul-Stone,” said Ainsley. “There are some other clauses in the contract, but they’re fairly standard boilerplate. Your lawyer can help you go over them.”“Can I ask what he’s offering?” Emily asked.“Forty-two thousand dollars.”.