The clientele, who didn't like to be considered the types who might spit on somebody's floor, fumed, but none of the employees dared to remove a sign ...authorized by THE MGT.A slowly rising wave of anarchy followed in Markoff Chaney's wake. Riots erupted in Watts, Philadelphia, Rochester, a flaming picnic blanket crossed the sixties; students, infuriated by memos they could not understand, seized college offices; older folk, driven by the same sense that there was insanity at the helm of the. She took my hand."Yes, come in here. See that big chair. Suppose you do your guard duty there?" No'um, I'm sorry. Sarge'd be all over me." Well then," she said, putting down her lamp. "What time are you off duty?" Sunrise," I said as she took my hand inside her light robe."I'll will expect you then," she said, stepping closer so that my hand slid to her back. She stood on tip-toe and kissed me, hard. Her tongue probed."Yes'm," I said as we pulled apart."I can wait until then. Jassy tells me. Soon she parked and was on her way in to their loft in hopes of arriving at her surprise as fast as possible. ‘That boy…he knows how to tease me!’ she mumbled under her breath as she ran up the stairs. Reaching their floor, she found herself out-of-breath as she headed to their door and put the key in and turned the doorknob. Easing the door open slowly she peaked inside. It was completely dark inside—only the light from one panel of windows allowed her to see the shape of some of the. It was still warm. She ran her finger along her cheek, gathering the sticky fluid. She looked at it, thoughtfully. Ryan wasn’t around, so what would be the use of putting it in her mouth? She wasn’t pleasing him, she would be doing it for no reason. Yet, she found that she wanted to taste him. She wanted his cum in her mouth. All thoughts of her sleeping boyfriend were long gone from her mind as she slipped her finger into her mouth. She could taste Ryan’s salty, warm semen, and she swallowed.