As the cute little checkout girl was scanning the items she said, “Looks like somebody has a very special dinner planned.” Dee looked at her and s...miled. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. And a very special dessert as well.” The girl smiled weakly as she thought to herself, ‘Guess there’s still some heat in that furnace.’ Once home, Dee put the groceries away. She called Trattoria and made the reservations for 7. She then called a few of her friends to tell them of Jack’s impending visit. She. I could hear the rattling of the chains as he changed positions. He was on the floor of the warehouse, his new black hair a furry mop, but at least he’d stop talking with a stumble from the tongue piercing.Clearly, his thoughts were on the panties, and day seven.Day seven was the day, I told him, that he’d have his tongue in my pussy. At times, I think that thought got him through the tortures. At times, I think he kept that in his mind’s eye as the reason for all of this; after all, we had not. When her eyes met his he slowly raised his hand and motioned with his finger for her to come into his office. He didn't seem exactly angry, but there was something uncertain about his look as she began to rise from her chair."Mr. M, I didn?t see you come back in. I, .. I was just taking my lunch, and?" There's no reason for excuses, Miss D. I don't think there's any explaining you can do. But you'd better come in here so we can talk about it."She felt pretty embarrassed about being caught. John wrapped those lovely big arms around us both. He pulled Kim and me tightly into his body as he hugged us. John held us in his arms for a very long time. He finally broke our hug as he stepped back from us. John looked down at the tee shirt that he wore. There were two good size wet spots on his shirt. John looked at me then to Kim. John looked at the jersey Kim had on. Kim nipples were hard and pressing tightly against her shirt. Kims jersey had the same wet spots as Johns tee shirt. Is.