.”“My good man, I’m not here to see you. I have come to see your waitress.”“No you don’t,” as he flipped boneless chicken. “You are no...t allowed here. Get back to the university whoever you are. This is a place of business.”“I just need to see her.”“Out of this place. I have enough problems.”“I will not leave until I see her.”“I’ll call the police,” as the heavy cook held a spatula in his hand.“Planning on using that?” asked Khozem“Not unless I have to,” threatened the cook.The El Kabir was. Darting and flicking from side to side and delving slightly into the parted folds. Tasting my way to the top. My nose bumping into and rubbing against her swollen clit. The magic button. I slid first one then a second finger into Barb’s dripping hot rabbit hole, her vaginal walls gripping my fingers as if to pull them in further. I kissed the skin forming the hood over her clit, using my tongue to push the skin back and sucking her clit into my mouth. My lips closing around it and pulling it. And he had every right to be didn't he?Belle thought back to Christmas two years ago. Midnight Belle had been on the Florida leg of their mini tour and neither she nor Ronnie realized the high and low those two weeks before Christmas held for them. Ronnie had surprised her in Orlando by showing up backstage after her concert.Winter 2012 – Orlando, FL"Oh god baby, I missed you!" Belle panted in his ear as they fell into their hotel room. She'd flown into his arms backstage and they almost hadn't. "That's a pity, you have a talent and it's a shame to waste it." Its degrading Melissa, and I still have pride in myself." I'll see when my boyfriend will see you, maybe that will change yourmind about some things," Melissa said."Thank you Melissa," Brenda replied.Brenda felt sick, kissing up to Melissa the way she had. Being anundercover agent wasn't fun anymore, and having to become a prostituteto break a case wasn't right. The thing that bothered Brenda most wasthe ease with which she had.