"We are called to serve." Sierra's voice said."Yes, I understand." Connie said softly, her eyes glazing over as her mind slowly emptied. Her half-eate...n cashew chicken was forgotten as she stood up, grabbed her purse and walked out the door of the office Mark had procured for her.Li Hua was feeling quite satisfied with all she had accomplished since her Master had helped her retake control of her late husband's company. She had finished everything she really needed to do today and had started on. A second later, her cell phone buzzed again, but Elise ignored it. Inside the bank, the two armed men smiled in triumph as they saw the police cruiser slowly pull away. ‘Bert, you the man!’ one of them said. ‘You are the man!’ ‘Like Barbie and Ken Cop were going to stop us?’ the taller man sneered. They watched as the van slowly pulled forward, and then began to back up to the front doors of the bank. ‘They’re going to kill you, and that pregnant bitch too, you know that!’ the driver shrilled. “It looks like it’s going to burst,” she said when I stopped to rest again. “It feels that way too,” I said. “You can touch me if you want to.” She put her hands on my thighs and stroked them, moving around the back of my legs and up to my buttocks, squeezing and feeling the muscles. Then she moved her hands around to the front, my sides, my belly, my hips and back down to my thighs. Then, her nerve worked up, she took my cock in her hand with a firm grip and gave it a few experimental. His name was Ron, a smooth-talking, black, married man. It seemed harmless enough, since he was married. They had kissed once or twice in his car after a post-work happy hour outing that I skipped, but that was as far as anything had gone. He certainly had been pushing things to go further, but she kept fending him off, reveling in his attention. It made my wife feel and act sexier. We derived a lot of mileage from exploring the fantasy during sex. Of course, in our talks, the topic of cock.