His breath was on her crotch, and she was subconsciously opening her legs moreand more to feel it. Her hips started sliding forward, ever so slightly.... He brought his face right up to her and blew softly. It took all of his disciplineto keep blowing, as her scent usually just drove him to start licking. He keptblowing, until her thrusts went from barely perceptible to slightly hurried.She was shaking a little, and the pace of her head moving back and forth quickened. ?Mmmm,? shemurmured. When. ] —— Marshall loathed the epithet of grease monkey. Granted, working around cars was a dirty, sweaty business, but an honorable, even essential business. He winced under the, stares of well-dressed upper-class types who tagged him an uneducated foreigner who, they were convinced, lived only to rip them off. Some customers would look at his bulk, hear his thick accent, see the grubby clothes and say, ‘What a grease monkey.’ Sometimes he heard their mutterings. The resentment built until his. Considering all of this got me thinking about the last blowjob I gave and the riding I'd done after it. The memory was doing nothing to ease my sudden lust."Hey, Abby, I bet you won't put your money where your mouth is," Kyle joked.In return for the pun, I tossed the throw pillow at him from across the room."Is that some kind of challenge?" I joked back."You did say 'bet'," Sean reminded me.I looked over at Ryan, who'd been quiet. I noticed a small bulge in his sweatpants that hadn't been there. The Thick yellow coin, looked out of place in her petite hand she thought as she took her usual route home, throught the crisscrossing maze of streets and allys, she had never held gold before and had to admit that it felt unexpectedly heavy. Having been sent up to the room by the innkeeper she expected to leave with her silver and be content, but when the man opened the door she was half tempted to let him take her for free, his bearded face looked down at her smiling as he asked her her.