I almost passed out when she bent over to push her pants to the floor. Watching her small breasts stretch and point downward while her slender back g...ently arched made the wet spot in my pants visible. She stood up to face me again standing in only her panties. Her tears stopped and her gaze was somewhere into space. She looked cold and angry. It was obvious by her withdrawn look that she would do whatever I ordered. "Slowly, take off your panties". My pants were so wet that I. Chelsea moaned and ran her fingers threw his hair. He pulled off and kissed her mouth had before lying back, she got off his lap, and she started to tug at his pants. He helped her by lifting up, she then threw his pants across the room, they pooled on the floor in denim heap. Chelsea removed her skirt and underwear slowly teasing him slightly. She threw them into the pile of denim she stood there naked, her snatch was hairless as she climbed back onto him, she licked his cheek sending a shiver. For as calm as he was I was suddenly flushed with fear. I had been working at a hardware store for the last few months and in a fit of anger over the owner’s distant relative being promoted over me, I liberated a rather expensive pocket calculator from the premises. How could Tony know about this? What was he going to do? Did this mean I’d get fired? My spine turned to ice. He read the deluge of emotions that washed my face and smiled a Cheshire grin. ‘I’ll keep my mouth shut, if you do some. So painfully fragile, and so mouthy. “What are you staring at?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “Your graceful gait.” She stopped and slumped on the crutches to free her hands. Then, she wagged her forefinger at me which she accompanied with a broad smile. Her smile evaporated as she realized that the crutches were about to slip down. She managed to grasp them just in time to prevent the fall. I noticed I had jumped to my feet. “Sorry,” she said, looking at my face. “Jill, please be.