I closed the diary and with the back cover facing me, turned it upside down. Now I opened it again and bingo. Here was what I had been looking for. My...clandestine life, hidden from my family and usually from most of my friends, too. To an untrained eye, the writings were a complete nonsense. To a person with passion for puzzles it would have been instantly clear that this was written in a code. My own – not hard to break, should someone take time and effort to do so. Certainly not interesting. .. other than subtly cutting me down in front of our clients while at the same time making himself look like the consummate professional lecturing to a less than knowledgeable rookie – which I am not. My friend quit at the same time they fired me and for the same reasons, but she already had a job lined up." I understand. If you change your mind, just let me know." With a subtle skill, Wainwright had shifted the topic of conversation away from her job situation, and within moments she was. "Well in that case I think I need some clothes." "Three minutes," he grimaces. "Fine. You worry too much, you know that?" I pull him in for a kiss and before he can kiss down my neck, I instantly teleport to my bedroom. I smile for a second before I smell the perfume I would recognize anywhere hits my nose. "What perfect timing Ella, I just got here. You and I have much to talk about," my mother says, in her “Don’t give me any crap” tone. I sigh and walk straight to my closet. I pull out my. Trent couldn't help but envy the guy or guys in her past on whom she must have honed her technique. Finally, and mercifully, she brought her tongue up his shaft in a long, languid lick until she lapped the bead of pre-cum off the very tip. She was slow almost to a fault with her build up, kissing and licking enough to keep him turgid but not with enough force to bring him any closer to the release he desperately needed. Only when he was on the verge of frustration did she change her pace,.