She made a bit of a sharp, quick “Ooh!” sound. I wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad.She said in a sultry tone, “I have been waiting for ...you to fuck my ass all night. So, you can stop teasing me.”That was all of the invitation that I needed. I released my hold from her, spun her around and dropped her down to her knees. I jammed my cock into her mouth and said, “I want you to get that extra wet. Do you feel me?”She nodded with my cock still in her mouth. She bobbed on my cock for a couple. This is partly because there is no great amountof public interest in the remains of someone's work, not unless thereis something outstanding or intriguing to generate some interest.Hmmm. What was in that locked file cabinet? Even if it was weird orodd, experimental, it still might help generate some interest, someintrigue, and so improve our sale.I searched but could not find any keys. So I got a locksmith, andafter some fussing around he got in to the cabinet. His work was moredifficult. " Well, I don't think you called Nash a tiger, but it was pretty disgusting." I'll bet. Thank God I don't remember much of it!" Here's to alcohol," I said and raised my glass. Sandra let out a sarcastic cheer and dinged her glass against my own.We finished our meal a few minutes later, just in time for the tip-off. The announcer shouted out the starting lineups and then it was time for the last commercial break before the game started."Hey," I said, remembering what I had been thinking about on. Six months since he'd physically assaulted her. During those six months a lot had happened: summer had come and gone, a birthday had been celebrated, and Amy had begun the 8th grade at Westmoreland Middle School. What hadn't happened was another attack. In fact, her father hadn't done anything even remotely sexual to the ever developing young teenager aside from the occasional secret glare when she wore more provocative clothing. There hadn't been any late night intrusions into her room (as far.