Maybe Ican but I can't force you to believe us."Trisha spoke again, "Mrs. Thatcher I know what's happened to Lisa andJeri is impossible to believe. I ...would not believe it myself had I notexperienced it. Sometimes I don't believe what has happened to me. Iimagine Jeri doesn't believe it sometimes either." I used to wake up everyday and wonder why am I not in my bed? Whydon't I feel right? What happened to me? Now I only notice differencesoccasionally," Jeri said."Why don't you tell us what. When it was time for delivering my load, I went around to her head, and she was already waiting for me with her mouth wide open and her tongue out. I held my quivering cock out in front of her, and let her lick it up and down. I shoved it into her mouth a few times, then eased it out and placed my helmet onto her outstretched tongue, and moved it back and forth ever so slightly, until it welled up and blasted a load of cum onto her tongue and down her throat. Having provided a sufficient. The voice sounded familiar. Could it really be true? Not that she had ever heard her boss, Mr Bergman whisper. Only yell a couple of times and only when there had been a fair cause for it. “We will make one exception, bitch…” the girl that knew most of the language said. One dildo slipped out of her. There was 2 strong hands on her hips. One of the girls must be guiding his cock as Amelie was penetrated. She could not move, had to just let it happen. She was now sure, it WAS Mr Bergman, she. As Roz looked in puzzlement at her, she pointed up indicating that she was waiting for an up elevator. Roz understood and pushed the lobby button. As the doors closed, she saw the woman writing something in a small notebook. The doors closed and Roz headed home.As she prepared dinner that same evening, she thought again about that afternoon as she reached for that same feeling that she had in Chicago, but it refused to come. All she had was a feeling of frustration from Ted's inadequate.