I had actually just agreed to spend a few weeks working through a reconfiguration programme with CareSpan, a major UK charity - which is what I did in... real life - when Carla got back in touch With Instructions. OK, I'd got to know C quite a bit better than when she first pissed me off with a peremptory e-mail - for a start, I now knew her to be a brilliant and beautiful woman - but even so I was taken aback by the tone of this message. OK, too, it was written at about 3am, California time, so. “M-Mire?”Both men stood up straight, backs to the Viktor statue, as they looked out over the bushes and garden railings to the familiar voice.“Back here, Tash.”Heh, Tash. Sometimes it was easy to forget Julias had worked with Natasha, for a very long time at that. Julias never hung out with the group of them, him and Tash, Jessy and Fiona, Damien too. The boss hanging out with the employees or their friends was always a weird dynamic. Dumb reason. Jack should ask him at some point.Natasha poked. Again, her monosyllabic command came. "Suck."He opened his mouth once more, and she inserted her clittie, sticky with pre-cum. She pulled it out momentarily to rub the mixture of his saliva and her semen all over his mouth and chin, using the head of her clittie like a paintbrush. She spanked his cheeks and chin again before sliding her rod back into his wet, open mouth.He applied suction to her shaft as she poked his mouth. After a few good minutes of receiving her thrusts, when they seemed to. Youhad trouble pulling enough flesh, there, for clothespins, because my legs arequite muscular. You moved up to my abdomen, and put pins where you could pullenough flesh. You love that I have a 6-pack and so have a very fit stomach. 10 pins went down the backs of each of my armpits; I had never had clothespinsthere. Now you frowned. You still had clothespins, but nowhere to put them. You saidthat you knew that that would happen, and so pulled a roll of duct tape fromthe bucket. My punishment.