It could be life and death," Laura pressed."When you put it that way," the manager hesitated. "Alright," he gavein.The manager gave Laura the phone n...mber to John and Michelle's cell phoneand their apartment address. Laura quickly dialed the number a few timesuntil she got John on the phone."It's late. Who is this?" John asked sleepily."I think you're in danger. My friend is headed right for you," Laurawarned."What friend? Who is this?" John asked. There was a sudden knock on thedoor. . "Shit," he whispered to himself. Someone was in the wine cellar. He stepped down two more steps and bent over to peer into the dimly lit basement. The room was filled with wine racks and old crates. As he strained his eyes to see in the shadowy room, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. When he looked, he saw someone standing behind some crates. He recognized him as the guy that Benny had introduced as Brad: the one whose lover was two-timing him with a waiter at the country club.. Now they hadn't fully gotten out of the garage before their lips were locked together and their hands were roaming all over their bodies. Trying to move though the house like this was a bit awkward but they quickly developed routine. They would make out frantically for five to ten minutes then when they had to come up to breathe they would move further into the house. They eventually got a little bit of of help from Robert's father and he some how did it without throwing a bucket of water on. You told me never to wear them unless...you know." Good girl," he said. She felt his foot sliding up her leg and slip under her skirt. She stiffened as his shoe touch her mound. "I will be using that again very soon," he said slyly."Master! You're terrible!" she said giggling."You wouldn't have it any other way either, would you slut." "No, Master. I like you just like this," she said.Their dinner came and they ate. Chelsea thoroughly enjoyed the fine Mexican food. It was something she had.
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