Too formal I want you back here so bad. Too needyI wish you were still my boss. That’s probably good but not what I really want to say…I wish yo... were still working next to me. Still okay but probably getting close to the line.I wish I still worked under you. Definitely getting more suggestive. I wish I still got to see you every day and daydream about you grabbing me and taking me. I wonder what you would do if I just hit send on that… I’m so glad we have different phones, so you can’t. Our relationship grew stronger, and became better with time, just like wine. Once, she took me along to a place for some personal work. While sitting in her vehicle, we spoke about several things, and suddenly it started to rain and people were running helter-skelter for shelter. While the rain was hitting the vehicle hard, I tried to come close to her. I started by touching her hand; she did not resist. This only made me bolder. She was wearing a full-length black skirt, white top, and a. Still kissing we were squeezing and pinching each other’s nipples as our hands both wandered south. Finally her fingers reached my pussy and perfectly surrounded my clit and slid up and down my wet labia. My hand found its way to Wynona’s pussy. She was very wet like me. After a few minutes using our fingers for pleasurable foreplay Wynona made her way down my body, first kissing my neck then my breasts slowly down my belly until her soft sensual mouth found my clit. Wynona’s tongue worked. ’ ‘Unless, he throws them in the trunk, or has an SUV. Anyway, he takes them to his place.’ ‘House.’ ‘Huh?’ ‘Well, considering that they’ve been beaten, raped, and the amount of the trauma they’ve suffered, he had them for a while. He couldn’t leave them in an apartment. This kind of thing takes privacy.’ He was nodding. ‘Yes, definitely. He also washes them down before he dumps them, no blood on the bodies, no blood at the scene. That would take privacy too.’ ‘So we’re looking for a homeowner.