The only problem was I could not handle her boobs and squeeze them while I fucked her. My fucking went on for nearly six weight. But then, luck was by...my side. In another few seconds, she twisted her body a little moaning in a deafening sound. Soon her legs lost her straight line position and I found a trickle of her pussy juices dripping, making a small puddle on the floor. I knew she attained orgasm. Though I have not reached climax yet, I lowered her body to the floor. She seemed to be in a. It took her a long time to get to sleep and even then it was fitful. She was not herself in the morning but dragged herself into the office at her usual time. Angie noticed immediately and, when she brought in Grace’s coffee, asked her concernedly if she was all right.Grace managed a smile of sorts. “Yes thanks, Angie. I had a bad night worrying about something that’ll probably never happen.”“Want to tell me?”Grace shook her head. “Thanks, Angie, but no.”“OK.”Angie left the room looking. When it finally arrived, she endured the stares of the men carrying it and patiently waited for them to leave. She sank into the tepid water and vigorously soaped herself. She felt dirtier from the lecherous stares she’d had to endure than from the actual dirt on her person. She dried herself and picked up the shirt. She pulled it on and was glad that it came down almost to her knees, however, she was dismayed to find that the buttons had been cut off. With a sigh she turned back the long cuffs. Got impatient waiting for what cocaine-addict said was major organized crime event. Couldn’t say what. Figured drug buy, maybe hit, nothing difficult. Should have known by chill that first mistake was the assumption. Breath fogs up window, helps conceal contents of taxi. Hardest part of job is looking inconspicuous. Bundling up helps. Doesn’t help entirely, but makes me less strange-looking. Khaki trench coat, pants, hoodie, scarf, gloves… pass for homeless if need be. Arrogance demanded I.