The technician is tall dark and handsome, tattoos and an earring. On an earlier repair, if I remember right, I think he told me he was in a band too.I... told her to go flirt with him some more and see where it goes if anywhere, she said “I would rather you be here” I assured her it was okay and just casually let him know I was at work and that I expected a call when he was done. That made her feel safer and she said, “I bet he goes for it”. I said, “baby if you go for it he will too”. She said. Then he had his hand on the side of her hip. She looked down at the hand, stunned with surprise. The man came a little closer.“Who...are you?” she asked in a whisper.“My uncle owns this place...and I think I can guess your...deviation...bitch!”Her mouth dropped open. Was it suddenly something that other could actually see?Had see begun to send signals without even knowing?“Turn around, bitch..”“What?...but...why..?”“Because you want to...and you need to..”He had both hands on her hip now and he. Too afraid to move, I restrained from obtaining any kind of self satisfaction from her. Not to imply that this display wasn't making me wet myself of course. No. I'm just going to take this in. With the phone laying beside her pressed with her back against the wall, her legs spread suddenly wider. Fuck she was wet. Her fingers started to tease and play. Her head lolled from right to left and it was obvious he had her right where he wanted. Her mouth moved in such a manner she could only be. But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers,.