I will now apologize if my meager attempts aren't quite up to the writers past. Now in the beginning... It's a small corner office situated on the thi...d floor of a dilapidated rundown building. Outside the grimy windows one could see the dirty street, papers moving along the curb pushed by gusts of wind and a few steel hulls that were once the pride of Detroit. It didn't make any difference which window your gaze happened upon, the view was the same either way.The day was warm as I sat with my. Then she lightly hefted her breasts, frowning, and “Do you like these? Would you like to see how they look without the bra?" Again, the answer from Bill was inaudible."Would you undo me?" she asked, turning to face the other way. The camera landed jarringly on the desk and focused on a stack of papers for a moment. Then it came up again, to show Margie, with the broad expanse of her back filling the camera, as she shucked her bra and then brought her hands up, arms crossed, to cover her. She had been purchased, essentially, from China to wed the 30-year-old doctor almost 25 years earlier. Now in her early 40s, she still had a fresh, kind face.“Is this true?” she asked her husband. “This is where you went this morning?”Phil was shocked. He barely knew Lisa’s mother and he had no idea she spoken any language but Mandarin Chinese. She spoke English with a heavy accent but every word was understandable.“He told me Lisa was ill and did not want to be disturbed,” Li Chen told the. Your perfectly firm and rounded ass is revealed to me, framed by a red lace thong. You look over your shoulder and smile at my hungry glare. “Better get a good look tiger. Once you’ve given me what I want, the fun ends for the night and it’s under the covers I go, to sleep. So you may want to make it last a while,” You wink naughtily. As you bend over and peel away your thong, I remove my belt and shoes and begin to undo my pants before you interrupt me. “Ah-ah-ah, you’re to keep those clothes.