I hesitantly looked at him. He looked up to see me. Our eyes met. A bit longer than usual. His face was glowing. It looked attractive. He had a kinky ...smile on his face. As if he is saying I will get u soon. I quickly came to my senses and looked away. While having dinner Steve was sitting directly across me. My husband was talking to us telling us about his day. Just then I felt something touching my feet. I thought it must be Ryan’s toy and ignored it. But slowly started moving up my leg. It. He gave me ninety dollars, making an even one hour payment, and I took off my heels, getting on the bed. He undressed to his boxers, and got under the covers. Could you face away so we could spoon? Was his next request, and I nodded, laying down under the covers too. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around me, and softly muttered goodnight. He held me tight, his crotch pressed against my arse, and softly slid one of his hands down into my skirt, his fingers touching my pubic hair and softly. Even though George was a few years older, they’d been promoted to ‘crew chief’ at the same time. Over the years, their mutual respect had caused their working relationship to evolve into a close friendship. Their standing order was simple, when time allowed, help each other. Neither had to be asked, they constantly watched out for one another, jumping in with their crew when needed. Ethan watched as Helen shrugged while carrying the fresh pot of coffee to the booth in front of him. Where, at. ”“It’s not documentary proof. It’s a video.”“Do you have it with you?” said Valencia.“Yes, it’s on my phone, but I’d rather not show it to you. Let me describe it for you. But first you have to understand that --”Mother Valencia held out her hand. “Set up the video and pass it to me. Now.”Jonathan did as instructed. He felt his face burning as he took out his cell phone, set up the video, and pressed play. He passed his phone to Mother Valencia. From the phone came the sound of a young woman’s.