Damn! Lucy softly cursed and looked around. Did she really have to stand for another 30 minutes...? There were no seats available and she didn’t was...n’t to sit on the ground in her short skirt. Oh, well she would just have to use her duffle as a makeshift seat. With that Lucy lowered herself down onto the bag, seating it in a straddling fashion, as it had been between her legs. She then got out her Ipod and searched for some relaxing music. When sitting down, Lucy hadn’t bothered to fold her. Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, begging for understanding and she was almost in tears as she clutched for his hand.Dangerous drugs, he thought. That wasn't exactly what he had bargained for, but as he looked around the room, he knew that there would be no way to escape from this web of crime he had become involved in without being aware of it."What sort of drugs," he finally had the courage to ask as his face turned an ashen color and he was afraid that he would be sick.Price reached into. Yes, Jim was fucking Jayde! "Hoohh, Hooooh, Ohhhh!" she cried, and giggled as well, as he humped her. He'd sat Jayde on the photocopier and was fucking shagging her! I shrank back, in utter shock, into the darkness, away to the kitchen, got some kitchen roll around my suddenly erect cock, and wanked desperately into it; hating Jim like anything, but I couldn't stop myself being unbearably aroused by the fact that beatiful, sexy, beloved Jayde was being a little tart; betraying me, betraying. I decided to pair itwith a burnt orange satin blouse with a wide, folded in half collar thatwas close fitting around the neck. It buttoned up in back whichpresented a smooth, sensual look in front that I was hoping Mike wouldwant to explore. Of course, it also meant that he couldn't take it offwithout my help, giving me some leverage if he were to develop cold feetwhen presented with the skirt. Both were retrieved from the closet andthe hangers were hooked over one of the closet doorknobs. .