"She escorted us to two chair, large one-and-a-half person padded armchairs. While we walked she explained the problem. "The guy who wanted me to danc... for him is rude and twice bruised me. He isn't nice, but he's a part owner of another club, so the manger here can't throw him out without lots of other headaches. He keeps trying to pressure me into 'working' for him, but I know how he treats his dancers."She hugged Beth, who returned it enthusiastically."So what can I do for you, my savior?". She almost tried masturbating again. But she did not that afternoon. Instead she read a new book. That week they had dinner. Oddly, it was at a nice and inexpensive place. They dressed as casually as possible. To Katrina, he looked dapper. To Thomas, she looked pretty but she also looked nice. There was of course no romance but hopefully and maybe something might result from it. She needed help in a way only a man might be able to help her out or so she thought. One night, as she sat alone in. “What is it?” James asked me.“I know, who did this heist and killed the guards,” I told him.“Not your friends?” he asked me. He looked at me, shocked when I nodded. “Yep, see that bloke; he was the driver that was arrested for trying to run me over. Let’s see if we can get a closer shot of his hand when he gives that woman driver the bird.”I used the rendering software on the machine we had and zoomed in on the hand. It wasn’t the best shot, but I was convinced it was the man the Army had in. I continued sliding my hands through the shorts until I was able to wrap my fingertips across the top of the blue and white waistband and easily pulled the shorts up her thighs and down her shins and tossed them out of my way. She was now completely naked lying on the bed with her legs spread apart and her dripping pussy just waiting for me to move in and fill the space between us. I easily pushed her to the corner of the bed where I propped her legs up and I laid down with my head positioned.