You're really my guest... this used to be my house remember... sit down." Leah sat down and watched as Korey lifted the lid to the food. Steam rose ou...t, wrapped around Korey's head and rose to the ceiling as she lifted the spoon to began dishing out the food. Leah stared. She hadn't noticed before that although Korey would not fit into the Hollywood's standards of beautiful, she did have an unearthly, if not striking beauty of her own. She moved with such grace and pose that Leah found it hard. She had such a cutelaugh. Of course she did, what wasn't cute about her. "Okay, then I'll get the alfredo and you can share it with me," I said. "Mmm good idea!" Quinn said. The waiter came round and took our order, and thankfully my conversationwith Quinn continued. We got to know each other, me telling her about myjob and her telling me about her family. I learned she lived with herparents whom also worked for the production company. Quinn's father was aneditor and her mother a. He moved behind me and I felt his hands on my hips as they gyrated. He stroked my ass cheeks and slid a finger into my pussy. I was started and turned to see his face.“No eye contact, slut. You’re mine to do as I please with.” He reached up and flicked the heart on my choker, “Black heart … no limits. Just what I need tonight.” I tried to look down but I couldn’t see the choker. I hadn’t even looked when Grandpa put it on. My heart began to race.He had two fingers in my pussy, massaging. He wasn't all the way back to normal, yet, but it was Tuesday at the Record-Herald, and Tuesday was a day you didn't miss unless you were the subject of a funeral. Kirsten left Susan with Jackie, and came into work, which helped.She stuck her head into the office door, and said, "Hey, hon, we still need your column." I'm working on it," he said, turning back to the computer, where the words appeared on the screen:"In the end, it took the videocamera to finally settle that Tiffany won the race,.