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Tina loved it. I loved it. We had a spectacular time.” Sasha interjected, “My Tina says you went out to dinner. That sounds like a date to me.” I rolled my eyes and laughed at her saying, “Well, you’re partially correct. We did stop for breakfast at IHOP before getting to my place. Hell, it was 2 in the morning and I was hungry. So, yes, we did eat but no, it was NOT a date.” Sasha sat pensive before saying, “Ok, Mr. David. Please be careful as I’m watching you now.” “Oh, like you weren’t already doing that.” I said dripping with sarcasm. “You may go now. I’m sure Jill is waiting for you.” Was all that Sasha replied. I got up from the couch, gave Tina a kiss (making sure that Sasha saw that) before heading out the castle doors. Jill was heading towards Sasha’s office looking for me. I met her in the phone room and asked if we were ready to go. She said we were so, off we went to the 12th floor to get the limo for the night. We walked in silence towards the limo. However, in the elevator I remembered I left my back pack in my car trunk. I poked a different button to get off at the floor to get my back pack from the car. After getting the back pack, I headed up to the 12th floor and met Jill in the dark blue limo. She popped the trunk, I put in my back pack and joined her in the front. She put the earpiece in and logged in with the dispatcher. “We have a fairly full pick up list tonight. Our first pick up is at the airport, private jet area. We’re picking up some British rock n roll guy and taking him to the McCall. You’ll get to see Donna again. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.” Jill said with a smirk. “Well, lets go pick up this rocker then.” I replied. “He’s a client and I already know what special request he’ll have for me.” Jill said with a touch of disgust in her voice. “Let me small tits get the wording right. A ‘customer’ is just regular people. Whereas, a ‘client’ is someone who pays for extra services. Clients get priority treatment over customers. Am I getting the hang of this?” anorexic I asked rhetorically. “Perfect. I just wanted my boyfriend's, my man's, spunk splashing in me. She wiggled gently and lite sensations began traveling up her pussy. “Privacy, why? I shifted and squirmed in my bed of bodies, and they held and supported me in small tits whatever position my lust compelled me to move. We apologize for the system being offline as long as it will be. "No, bitch. “I’ve kind of missed our little private practices.” Sean anorexic grinned at me as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Oh my, you must be the new guy for the night shift. “girl you need to get it under control. Mary said.