No one spoke English, including my secretary who had just given me her notice. Leaving with her steno pad and my old Remington typewriter.Then a knock.... I was thinking it could be my ex looking for her support payment. The door that bore on pebbled glass the following information:SUITE 409SLADE WATSONPRIVATE DETECTIVE“Come in, door is open!” I said in a gruff voice.Hearing the slight squeak when the door opened, I remembered that I needed to get it oiled. I was still facing the window watching. Sharon's bitchiness wore on my wife. Bonnie would constantly say she was going to quit, but she didn't because of their friendship. As life moved on my wife and I had begun our family and her pregnancy took a toll on her physically and she was forced to quit her job. Soon after we just got too busy with life that we fell out of touch with Sharon and her husband. That is until the rise of social media. Bonnie had found Sharon on Facebook one day and they renewed their friendship..at least on. Hung like a stallion. My cunt clenched. The centaurs had big dicks, too, but I wanted Solja’s fucking me. Watching him spar with Pyrriah for the last week had me aching for this.He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand out of his loincloth. His lust strained against his self-control. I could feel it hammering to break free and ravish me, but that fear was still there. What was the cause?“There are others with big dicks you can fuck,” he said. “The centaurs would love to ravish you.”“But I want a. ’ ‘And so, here you are, chez Ernestine.’ Ernie grinned. ‘Let’s see what we can find for you.’ She patted Wajena’s arse. ‘Get the lady a real gin, honey, not the usual stuff. Don’t you go away now Carla.’ She shuffled off, grinning from ear to ear. I’ve always liked Ernie and her bar. It is unpretentious, strictly for lesbians and whilst some of her customers may not always look respectable, she won’t have any nonsense. Now, I can look after myself. I’ve been well trained and I keep fit. In my.