Elaine and Julie both took turns pressing the string against the neck."Oh, I see, it makes a line on your finger." Julie said, examining the red mark ...on her own hand."Yeah, now imagine how that feels after you do it a few hundred times." Oww, that must hurt." Elaine remarked, looking at her own red mark. "Can I see?"James shrugged, turning her fingertips over so that the girls could see the darker color of her finger tips, where the blood had rushed close to the surface. Her one finger was. We stuck withreality shows and agreed that they were kind of lowbrow but alsoaddictive. When I quipped that maybe the commercials really were thebest things on TV, she even gave me a brief smile. Then, to my shock anddelight, she stated that next time we should get our coffee somewhereother than in the sterile break room, that there was a nice sandwichplace a few blocks away that I could take her to someday after work.I was happily stunned. Not only did she want to be with me again, evenin. We entered the room i pored her a drink and sat on the couch, i lent over and we started to kiss very gently, parting each others lips and swapping tounges, god my cock was bursting out of my trousers, she started to rub my bulge and my hand started up her stocking clad leg which parted allowing me easy acces to the bulge in her red knickers.We were both starting to rip each others clothes off and i was down to my boxer shorts, Sandras skirt was off her blouse was open to the waist her bra was. “And you know I can defend myself.”“Are you taking your gun?”“I’m not allowed, but I do have other skills.”“I guess you’re OK at karate,” she smirked.“Maybe I’ll forget how to cuddle!” I threatened.“Hah! You like it as much as I do!” she said, calling my bluff.“I do.”“And then you go to Argentina, right?”“Yes, on Wednesday. I’ll be staying at the InterContinental in Buenos Aires.”“And then Brazil?”“Yes. São Paulo, on Wednesday, where I’ll stay at the Hotel São Paulo, and I’ll come home on.