Martin Bloodstone, it says here. Funny though, he had CIA I.D. You some kind of spy or terrorist or something?" the guard asked with a smirk."No ... n... ... nothing like that," he answered hesitantly. What the hell was a CIA guy doing here warning him off? It didn't make sense. He would have to think about his plan for revenge on that bitch, Zena. Somehow, she would still have to pay, but he would have to be careful. He pushed his concerns to the back of his mind and allowed his anger for the. "I will clean all of the dirty clothes...", "For each and every item of clothing I find in Kathryn's apartment...", "panties, briefs, or underpants..." "intimate contact with the wearer's crotch..."Shit, shit, shit!!! The clauses were entirely about all clothes in the apartment - regardless of who wears them. Damn it! Nothing about Kathryn's clothes specifically at all.Had she known this was going to happen? I wondered. Had she thought ahead to the time when men were going to be spending time. The heat of her son’s cock between her lips again sent rumbles of ecstasy racing down from her mouth to her cunt as it had the night before. Sliding her hot mouth along his cock, she took his prick deep, making soft whimpering sounds of delight, her green eyes shining up at him. Her lips brushed the sparse hair at the base of his prick as she held his cock tightly and deeply, only her lips writhing as she created an intense suction, the head of his cock probing her throat. With a low squeal of. Finally Alex called me to the back and asked if I could stay after work and than do my job review, I agreed to do so but I had to call to get a ride home. Alex quickly volunteered to get me home is I stayed after the review and helped him prep for the next day. My job review went well with Alex telling me how great I was doing and giving me a ten cent an hour raise. We started to clean up the restaurant and begin the prep for the next day. When we had chopped all the lettuce and sliced the.