Mr Smith gave a little smirk. “Another client,” he observed. “It’s your lucky night.”It was no such thing. She made a mental note to burn th...e card as soon as she could. Mr Smith was grabbing her arm. “Come on!”“What?”“I thought you wanted to find somewhere more private?”She had wanted that, but only because she’d panicked at the prospect of being seen. Now she wasn’t so sure anymore. What about Greg? What would he think when he returned and she wasn’t there? What would he do? Come to that, what. Then he had slipped her into some oversized sweats, bundled her in the blanket from the bed, and carried her out to his beat-up pickup truck. He disappeared for a few minutes, then returned to drive her back to her house."Where did you go?" she asked when he climbed behind the wheel and slammed the door."I tied the jerk up and left him naked." John laughed. "Do you remember the double loop knot?" I think so. It goes around a branch or something and keeps a tight hold, no slipping?" Right.. Cuntjuice, for some reason, was as succulent as spunk, she thought.Debby was anything but a lesbian, but she had to wonder what it would be like to suck a cunt.Claire had gone to bed, too, and she lay awake, listening to the soft sighs and gently creaking bedsprings from her little girl's room.She guessed that Debby was finger-fucking herself.The knowledge turned her on and Claire began to finger her own fuckhole as she fantasized about her daughter and the handsome young man from next door.So,. I have a 11:15 appointment," I said to the receptionist who tried to look like a nurse. The clerk needed to wear a scrub suit, like I needed to wear the military garb, which I still wore."Hello Miss Porter, would you fill out these forms." she said handing me a dollar store clipboard."Sure why not, I had to fill out those same forms while I was bleeding out in the emergency room," I said with a smile. It wasn't true it was just a joke. Since there was no one who knew enough about me to fill.