.. nothing.I kept thinking that maybe I was on hold or something. Or that I'd failed to see the sign that had said "Out to lunch". I certainly didn't ...want to stand around in the dark, and I was sort of missing the birds at this point, as I'd forgotten to bring them along with me. So I went back. Back to the mountain, sat down and waited.Who knows how long I sat there waiting. A year? A day? A century or two? Who the hell knows. I certainly didn't have a watch, couldn't even produce one. And who. The redlipstick she placed upon her pouty lips. The delicate and sexy tongueshe wiped across her pearl like teeth to clear any excess lipstick. To complete her costume, she tied on lacy white apron. A large sexy bowin the back. Up before dawn to prepare the professor's breakfast. The rest of the dayspent in the drudgery of cleaning, cooking and the other duties of amaid. She was the perfection of the ideal french maid. She lived infrench fashion, thought in french and did everything in french. The orgasm felt as though it would last for hours as my pricked jerked away inside him but, obviously, it was over in seconds. I enjoyed a few more seconds of the sensation of being inside him before I ,regretfully, pulled out. My cock was absolutely scarlet and the condom seemed to be brimming over with milky cum. I cleaned myself up as my racing heart gradually slowed to normal. Steve turned to me with a broad grin on his face. ”I think you enjoyed that! I hope Reception doesn’t get any. "Look, Hon. He doesn't mean me any harm..." The hell he doesn't," she hissed. "You told us you would be shot if word got out about the healer. I think being shot falls into the category of harm — way into it." Come here, Laura," Jeff said, his voice soft and full of emotion.Laura hesitated a moment, then walked over to Jeff, the Glock down by her side.Wainwright had a hard time not pissing on himself.Quietly, Wainright said, "Laura, I have the same clearance that Jeff does — for the same.