Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Giving him a quick kiss, she headed off to check for a guard. She didn’t want him to worry but quite frankly, it would be unbelievable if this place didn’t have a guard. She would have to find him before he found them. The man must be real bad at his job.
She finally found him in a room in the basement. In fact she heard the radio playing that led her to where the guard was laughing at something on the radio.
Peeking around the corner, she could see the man. About 65 years old, he was sitting with his feet up pouring hooch in a tin cup. This was up to her - she tried to remember everything that Marcus had taught her. She unbuttoned several buttons on her dress so that she would show plenty of cleavage.
“Oh, Pops, am I glad that I found you!” She was leaning against the door jamb and the man almost fell back out of his chair.
“What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I catch you off guard?” She gave a little giggle and moved closer to him, giving her breast a little jiggle. “Oh, l made a little funny.” She giggled again. “I fell asleep in the bathroom. Woke up and found everyone gone. Except you.”
She moved a little closer and noticed the gleam in the guard’s eyes as he watched her breast.
“Do you mind if I party with you?”
“Well...well, sure, girlie!”
She was surprised but within 10 minutes, Hank (as he informed her was his name) was drinking yet more booze while she sat on his lap. And every time that the dirty old man would pinch one of her nipples, she would give a little giggle and wiggle her butt against the small bulge that she was sitting on.
If she was lucky, she planned on getting the man zozzled on the jag juice that he was drinking.
“Why, Hank, if you ain’t the ant’s pants. Let me have a Jorum of skee.” She made it look like she took a swig of the gin in his bottle before handing it back to him.
“You got a hayburner?”
“Naw, my car gits good gas milage.” Wonderful. Just get him drunk and they could steal his car and get out of here.
She gave another giggle and wiggled her ass against his lap.
She finally found him in a room in the basement. In fact she heard the radio playing that led her to where the guard was laughing at something on the radio.
Peeking around the corner, she could see the man. About 65 years old, he was sitting with his feet up pouring hooch in a tin cup. This was up to her - she tried to remember everything that Marcus had taught her. She unbuttoned several buttons on her dress so that she would show plenty of cleavage.
“Oh, Pops, am I glad that I found you!” She was leaning against the door jamb and the man almost fell back out of his chair.
“What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Did I catch you off guard?” She gave a little giggle and moved closer to him, giving her breast a little jiggle. “Oh, l made a little funny.” She giggled again. “I fell asleep in the bathroom. Woke up and found everyone gone. Except you.”
She moved a little closer and noticed the gleam in the guard’s eyes as he watched her breast.
“Do you mind if I party with you?”
“Well...well, sure, girlie!”
She was surprised but within 10 minutes, Hank (as he informed her was his name) was drinking yet more booze while she sat on his lap. And every time that the dirty old man would pinch one of her nipples, she would give a little giggle and wiggle her butt against the small bulge that she was sitting on.
If she was lucky, she planned on getting the man zozzled on the jag juice that he was drinking.
“Why, Hank, if you ain’t the ant’s pants. Let me have a Jorum of skee.” She made it look like she took a swig of the gin in his bottle before handing it back to him.
“You got a hayburner?”
“Naw, my car gits good gas milage.” Wonderful. Just get him drunk and they could steal his car and get out of here.
She gave another giggle and wiggled her ass against his lap.
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