They had made a beautiful dinner and had even set the table nice with candles and everything. All through dinner they served me, getting my drinks,... cutting my meat, treating me like a real lady actually I would say more like a Queen. While we ate both need Ned and Rick rubbed their feet over my feet and up my legs very gentle. As the dinner went on, one or the other would reach under the table and caress my leg running their hand up my leg reaching the edge of my short black skirt. . If I ever do bring someone here, I promise I’ll try to be discreet.’ ‘It’s your place, Stacey. You do whatever you want.’ ‘Uh-huh,’ she said, eyeing me closely. Finally we’d talked everything through, and I moved in the following week. ~ ~ ~ To be honest, not much had changed with me. I’d moved in with Stacey, but I was still working the same job. A couple of months had gone by, and I remained sad and withdrawn. When I wasn’t at work, I was mostly staying to myself in my room. Well, okay, one. I wonder how long you've known? How long you've been longing for this to happen? How long have you been planning this? You know me so well, better than I know myself. I wonder how many more women there are in this world that have never been fucked properly? How many more women who don't realise what they are missing? That's a frightening thought. Paul, you really have to see this, to see me being fucked and why is my mind wondering like this every time this stranger makes me cum.I was wrenched. “It’s very important that we take this girl alive, so that she can be questioned. Safety is, of course, our top priority, but if at all possible we want to turn her into custody intact, and able to be interviewed.”“Any question?” the sheriff said, looking around.“Do you have anyone in the restaurant with her?” Taylor asked.“No. We have an unmarked car in the parking lot, but your boss said he did not want any plain clothes officers near her unless they were very convincing. Looking at who we.