Kiara had already decided that she didn’t want to walk with Phil. She wanted to walk home, or rather, walk to Jake's house instead of driving in that dirty van of his. By the time the doors slid open, giving a blast of refreshing cool air, she waltzed resolutely out and quickly indian started in the direction of the huge glass entrance. The attractive mother glanced at Phil as Kiara huffily walked off on her own. "Kids huh?" He chuckled pleasantly and brushed it off as best he could, walking quickly after her into reception. He handed his key card back to the beaming receptionist, also keeping one eye fixed on Kiara to make sure she wasn’t teen actually leaving the hotel without him. "Was everything all right?" the lady trilled, her large silver earrings dancing about the side of her head. He nodded and waited impatiently for her to run his receipt off. "Thanks. Bye." He bid her farewell as brusquely as possible, glancing down at the ragged piece of paper she'd handed him. It read 'P. Turner & 1 guest, one twin room, 1 night.' he crumpled it up and shoved it deep in the inside pocket of his jacket. He’d have to get rid of that as soon as possible. If Sadie happened across it, she’d never believe that the builders just stopped off at the hotel and stayed in twos and threes there. He pushed his way through the bustling crowd in reception, grabbing Kiara’s hand and nearly wrenching it from its socket as he dragged her out into the cold morning air. amateur "Come on." he barked out as they approached the van, spotting refusal in her eyes already. "No,” she answered as firmly as she could. “I’m walking to Jake’s place." He sighed and opened the heavy van door, leaning up against it and looking back at her. “Don’t be so silly. You can’t walk all that way. It’s far too dangerous.” Her mood made him feel like he was actually remonstrating with a teenage daughter, just because she didn’t want to travel with her embarrassing old Dad in his work van. She stepped back, her eyes seeming to already be searching out an escape. He bit his lip and glanced into the darkened cab, an idea forming and saving him just in the nick of time. “You... you don’t want this ring after all then?” The mention of it was like electric current through her and she instantly turned back to face him. He sensed distrust in her dull eyes, but he could tell that the idea of reclaiming her precious ring was starting to permeate. The wind whipped about her as she stood there, loud cars roaring past at top speed on the dual carriageway next to them. Perhaps she could run, run all the way to Jake’s, but even if she didn’t get killed on all the roads, or get lost, would she even find a warm welcome once she got there. It was whispered around the office that the out-of-towner was a vital member of a Colombian Drug Cartel. Dumb cunt walked right through a gender scanner. You like indian to take risks, don’t you?” “I guess… We’re not going to drink, are we? She took the same hand and wrapped it around my shaft and began to stroke it slowly. She got to the head, braced herself, then dropped. I wanted him to really enjoy it. Well, she ain't giving in” Alex is completely out to the world and he has kept my secret. No, this was too aggressive. “That's wonderful. My pussy has not been so wet, so fucking slick in my entire life. [I have been running diagnostics Doctor Gance. She gags and pulls away, leaving cords of saliva connect us together. But then I remembered that the door was definitely closed before I began to lick Dee and now it was half-open. They just want to fu--, uh, sorry, they just want to get in my…uhh sorry again, they just want to…” The only jewelery she wore were two rings on her left teen hand. I looked at my hands, covered with Lucilla’s memories, and they were shaking for some reason. Sharon was up front next to Graham who was driving. He squirmed around but she bit his shoulder hard enough to make him yelp “What the fuck?” She was posting in her blog once again about her ideas and plans for her future self. Rachel gasped the sweet, fresh oxygen. Laura didn't want to get slapped again. “I almost forgot, James got some girl’s number at the liquor store,” amateur Jeremiah says. “Those 3 guys are going to paint some adverts for the club on our bodies, front and back.” At some basic level she ached to be controlled, to be taken when she was helpless. I walked back to my table with my thong balled-up in my hand. “Is it true, Mr. Sloan that you live with an unmarried woman?” They didn’t give to my touch, so I moved to the end and the panel there did open easily. I want you smelling all natural for our boy. That’s good. I replaced the tape around her mouth with a new gag. But thanks to my lie about the book, you don’t feel comfortable even talking to her, let alone being the still-in-love ex telling his ex that her new perfect girlfriend is cheating on her. “But I’m not going, anyway, brat.