“Two. Three. F-four.”Why had she been late? Why had she wasted all that time in the goddamn corridor, spent so long picking out her stupid dress? ...She could see it on the floor, feel the soft material next to her foot. It was so comfortingly familiar.Every time his palm slapped down, her eyes closed tight and she sucked in a long breath, holding it until she thought the pain might have passed. It didn’t work but she did it anyway. Routines made things easier, right? Right? She forced herself to. "Do you by chancehave the number for Irena Ganalov on you? I heard you did some workprotecting her a while back and I need to contact her to do with someenquiries I'm making at present." Yeah it's on my phone so I'll have to text it to you. Seeing thepapers I doubt you're the only one looking for her though. I'll catchyou next week," After he hung up Mark texted Ed the number as hepromised, then he went back to pouring through the contents of the binof a suspected benefit. First Josh, then Amanda, and now Sarah. We truly suck at keeping secrets. I thought about trying to pass it off as a lie, but couldn't figure out a way to do it and convince her. Sarah is fairly smart and if she observed the whole conversation, or at least my side of it since Vicki and Tami had their backs to Sarah at lunch, anything I might say would be an obvious lie. Which was something I wanted to avoid."Do you have some time this afternoon to come back with me and the girls?" I. I feel your hand pull down your pants. You grab inside and pull out your hard cock. You stroke yourself against my moist soft skin; back and forth against my ass as you continue to pull my hips back towards you. You enter me slowly. A little at a time. Teasing me as I need you more. I can hear your breath in the darkness as you thrust hard but slowly, further into me. My body shakes with need and I yearn for you to fuck me hard, but you continue slowly, savoring every second. You grab my hair.