He offered to escort me to another room with more personalized items. I must be emitting some sort of radar to him. I nervously follow him through a d...or and into a sizable room. Four men and two women are quietly browsing the items. My eyes are glued immediately to the real object of my quest. Leather crops!! Dozens upon dozens of them in every shape and size. My damn pussy is drooling now. I can feel the wetness in my crotch as I walk toward them. Like a moth drawn to a flame I stare at them. “Come on sweetie,” Petra said, playing the girlfriend game once again. “We can set up down on the beach and you can help me with the tanning lotion.” “Alright, Pet, I’m coming,” he said, pulling her in closer. “You know,” he said quietly, “people are staring. I think they’re jealous.” Petra gigged. “They oughta be, we’re awesome.” “Well, sure, there is that.” It took a few minutes, but Petra eventually found a spot on the sand that met with her exacting standards. Jake had to admit she. Most of the other inmates didn't bother doing that, but it was something Cade wanted. Cade picked up Ashley's papers and looked them over, "Yeah this looks like a little more advanced stuff than what you've been doing," he said dully and he put the papers down, lighting another cigarette. Cade thought of Ashley's teacher, Ms. Ryan. She had told him not to help Ashley do the work so that she could get an idea about Ashley's abilities. Ashley had reached the point where she could no longer do the. She pulled out her laptop, booted it up, and then unplugged the telephone and plugged it into her modem. Rewardingly, there was some E-Mail for her, from Harper: "Dale was contacted by a representative of the funding source for your project yesterday," it said. "They are very pleased with the results so far. Says your report matches closely what was in the local paper, so it looks like you've got the locals on your side, pretty much. Keep up the good work."That was kind of mixed news. It was.