" Well, then," said Woody, smiling brightly. "Do you want to stop by your room and get your book?" That wasn't necessary," said Crystal, frowning."I k...now, and I apologize," said Woody, his smile fading. "I really would like to talk to you." Come on," said Crystal, walking toward the door. Woody grinned wryly. As different as Crystal and Tiffany were, they both took charge, exhibiting that no-nonsense attitude that strong women have. It didn't bother him, really. Her defenses were up almost all. Her breasts were screaming to be rescued from her lace push up, that was now at Carmyn’s eye-level.Dana straddled Carmyn in the massive large chair. Carmyn didn’t resist, as Dana initiated a passionate French kiss. As their tongues entwined, Dana gyrated her hips against Carmyn’s pelvis. Carmyn slid her hands under brunette’s skirt and cupped her cheeks.Dana’s tongue journeyed on a slippery, wet trail down Carmyn’s neck as she unbuttoned her red blouse. When Dana couldn’t get the last button. Indeed, the bed he was laying on was very hard, uncomfortable, and cold. It felt like steel against his naked skin. The walls around him were large grey monotonous bricks. The room was dimly lit by a single buzzing cold light in the corner.He tried to cry out for help, but he couldn't make a single sound.Suddenly, a door behind him creaked loudly open. Footsteps approached him. It was the doll. Still naked."Hi there, sleepy head!"She greeted him with a big unnerving grin. Her uptempo positive. This meeting is now is session. First, old business. The job last night was a success…or will be, once Erica stops screwing around and gives us the journal.’ I sat back and crossed my arms. ‘It’s safe,’ I said, ‘and I’ll give it to you when the client comes to retrieve everything. I don’t trust you. You tried to double-cross me, and I did too much work for you to try to cut me out.’ Well, that certainly set the battlelines. Tonya set her sandwich down, and even Laura suddenly seemed to be.