The doorbell rang and Helen said to him,"That's Betty, get the door Billie."Billie went to the door and opened it a crack and tried to hind behindit a... he did so. Betty stood on the porch smiling she had a small paperbag in her hand. Betty was not alone she had a man Bill didn't knowwith her. Betty just pushed by Bill and her when her friend entered.Helen and Sally hugged both Betty and the man Bill heard called Kevin.They took seats on the couch, Kevin took a seat in a straight chair,and he. It was that kind of day.Finally I received a text from Richard, saying that they had finished and that Jason was pretty strung out. I had them take Jason back to the motel and put him to bed. This is not the sort of thing security people are normally willing to do, especially for punk teenagers. Richard did not give any sort of protest, so I figured strung out was not just an expression.Shortly after, I had a call from Sheila, saying it had gone well. They had, she said, all they needed to. Fortunately, for specific values of “fortunately”, all this excitement, as well as cleaning up and restocking from this excitement, took us past 0200. Elsa had been caught up in the activity, and so she found herself working past 0200, as well. Doug and I knew what we were about: we were about to head back to quarters, log out, and beat feet to Someplace Else, particularly someplace that did not smell like diesel fuel, or looming death. I caught the pay phone on my way out of the firehouse, and. As he rubbed my clit faster, he started to gently bite my nipples, making me want his lips against my throbbing pussy. He gently kissed down my body, removed my thong, and when he reached my clit, he began to flick it with his tongue, whilst gripping my arse cheeks with his fingertips. He knew that I was so turned on by what he was doing that he stopped, looked up at me, and as he began licking my clit faster, he thrust his fingers into my wet pussy so hard that I screamed in ecstasy. He looked.