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‘Hi, Bob,’ she said. ‘Did you catch any of Julie’s set?’ ‘Last three numbers,’ I said. ‘It was great.’ ‘But the voice was going, wasn’t it, hon?’ she said to Julie. ‘Yeah,’ said Julie, making a face. ‘Never mind, hon. You were a hit anyway.’ ‘It was fun, but I know I’ll never be more than a party singer. I’m used to the idea now.’ ‘At least you get to sleep in your own bed at nights,’ said Ellen with a laugh and a sideways glance at me. ‘I don’t get home again for another three weeks.’ ‘You enjoy being on the road, admit it!’ said Julie. Ellen grinned. ‘Yeah, most of the time.’ We chatted for a while, nothing serious, just friendly gossip, until Ellen drained her mineral water and stood. ‘Some of us have work to do,’ she said, kissed Julie’s cheek, and made her way back to the stage. We stayed until she finished, chatted with her for another half-hour or so and then left, again well after midnight. Julie was fighting yawns as I drove her home. ‘Straight to bed for you, miss,’ I said.. . touch me . . ." He placed an open mouthed kiss . . . on my inner thigh. His tongue lapped at the delicate skin. His thick stubble . . . burned sinfully against my flesh."Noooooo! Please . . . please . . . aaaaaah not there . . . move over . . . MORE." "All you have to do is just . . . ask." He lightly blew air against my throbbing hole. "P-p-pussy! Pussy, please . . . please just touch my pussy!!" I cried, gripping the desk with white knuckles. He laughed. "What a naughty little girl you are . . . begging for my hands." He took his beefy middle finger and delicately ran it over my trembling wetness. I sobbed for some contact. Grasping or better yet snatching his hand, I roughly pushed his middle thick.
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