Placing the tablet on the bench in the change room, I come out to be greeted by a petite blond of about the five foot mark with blonde hair and the de...epest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.“Hello!” God just the one word and I’m finding it hard to concentrate on what she’s saying. “Would you happen to have in stock the Fleur Du Mal Luxe Silk Triangle bra by any chance?”“Uhhh! let me check the computer!” typing in the first two words before sneaking a peek at her again “According to this we have three. "Broadway looked unconvinced. "This feels too much like a set up to me."Angela looked puzzled. "A set-up?" What your boyfriend means is a trap... and he's right!" a voice called out from the dark. "Get them!"Men in dark uniforms with hoods on came out from their hiding places, and surrounded the pair of gargoyles."Quarrymen!" growled Broadway. He and Angela stood back to back, ready to face any coming assault. He reached for his tiny cell-phone, but all he got was a wave of static."You won't be. When he took it in his mouth and rolled his lips and tongue across it, Molly responded wildly, writhing and twisting, trying to escape from the unbelievably sweet sensations he wrought upon her. Curious, Robert let her pull away, only to have her thrusting back a moment later, looking for more of the same. And he was happy to oblige her.Moving on in his gradual exploration of her sexual apparatus, he toyed with her once more, timing the rocking of her hips to his short, tender kisses placed. Her tousled hair and slight sounds she made made her look very young. Sometimes her eyes moved under the lids, and expressions drifted across her face. To Frank's satisfaction, most of the expressions were happy ones.When she woke up, she often stretched, with her eyes mostly closed and joints bending with astonishing flexibility. The stretches were a dirty old man's delight, and on the weekdays, Frank forced himself to leave her alone lest he be late. On the weekends, Jennifer's lazy, feline.