Sarah finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and use the direct approach. ‘Do you have time to sit down with me for a minute, please,’ Sar...ah finally requested, as he was arranging plates of food on the table in front of her. Mark thought about it — nothing was cooking that he had to supervise for a couple of minutes, so he took a seat across the small table from his dream woman. She extended her hand, ‘I’m Sarah, and I work for UBL across the street.’ ‘I’m Mark, Mark Flore,’ he replied,. She rode his throbbing cock long and hard as he maneuvered his hands between grabbing her ass and breasts. Caleigh’s ass and breasts were soft and sensual when Mike placed his hands on them. Mike eventually was able to suckle each breast and fleck his tongue on each nipple and areola that shot waves of sensation through Caleigh. Not to be outdone, Caleigh finally summoned the courage to place her lips around his shaft. She did not like sucking cock, but did not mind taking the ten inch shaft. " The younger woman whimpered. "Ok, here we go." Roger said, walking through the curtain. The two women were standing by the small cluttered desk; Cindy was lightly rubbing her cheek. "Perhaps you would like to carry a line similar to this, for special customers." He sat the suitcase down on the floor and opened it. The two women could not see the contents of the suitcase. "Mary, perhaps you would like to take a look, and see what you would like to try." He stood up and stepped back. She was alive and living somewhere nearby, I assumed. Mary Simpson was alive and, if I could find her, I could find out what had happened to her. All this was going through my mind as I backtracked through the mall, looking in each store on each side of the passage. It was hopeless. Twice security stopped me and asked me what I was doing peering into the women's wear shops. I explained I was looking for my wife and they accepted that.I was getting discouraged, but I had to try. Her face would.