. My very first mate, who I lost." Did you..." What?" Love her?"I smiled at Lyna through my tears and wiped them away. "Yes, Lyna. I loved her very mu...ch." More than me?" she asked."No. But as much as I love you. I was with her for a long time." I am sorry. I have never felt such loss. I did not really care for my first mate. I was actually more worried about losing my status with my people. But you ... I cannot imagine losing you. If so, I am sure that I would feel as you do," she said.I. To his left was a dresser, a flat screen television perching on it. A queen sized bed separated him from a wall to wall closet with sliding mirrored panels. The room was familiar, being identical to all the others in the Pink Flamingo. Walking around the foot of the bed, he trailing the fingers of his left hand over the top of the television. Just past the bed and on the other side of the closet, the door to the bathroom stood open. A neat pile of used towels sat in the middle of the. Deutsch’s presence was overwhelming in the small, cramped room causing me to spread my legs and bending over his desk without question. Two of his manly fingers slipped into my wet hole, exploring his nestling place and making me squirm underneath him. “The effect I have on you,” he whispered in a low voice. “Is simply unbelievable.” “Mmm,” my mouth was finally able to sputter out words. “You’re very persuasive indeed.” Mr. Deutsch slammed his entire eight inch member into my tight pussy with. "Here, have a seat miss-- I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Jenkins. Tamara Jenkins. I need to talk to you about something you mentioned to me last week," she whispered. "We need to talk privately." Alright miss Jenkins," the cop stated in a normal tone of voice. "I'm glad to hear your friend has chosen to return the item to the store. It's always nice to see citizens doing the right thing." As he spoke, he jotted a note onto a slip of paper and pushed it into her hand. He smiled and nodded,.