Her eyes were still observing me, and her mouth was sort of open and smiling as she was beginning to breathe heavy. “I can’t do this!” I blurted. Well we happened to be experts at that and we’re here to make sure it doesn’t happen on our watch.” Liz chimed in. She’d taken off what she was wearing before and was now wearing her usual attire of tight, white shirt that ended a few inches above her pierced belly button, and a mini skirt that stopped just low enough to hide the front of her thong, but not enough to cover the bottom half of her ass. Don’t go in that fucking room! She has…’class’ or some shit…”
“My ASS! Well we happened to be experts at that and we’re here to make sure it doesn’t happen on our watch.” Liz chimed in. “Shaddup tard!” he said, slapping the back of my head. I looked up at her face to watch her expression to judge my work.
