“Well we talk it over with the lady and  “boss” of this place. Ok what did you find to put in the omelet?” he asked as his hand slid along her ass cheek.<br/>-------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Timothy smiled and told Marsha to shut her eyes and leave them closed until he tells her to open.<br/>-------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Wesley grinned and then smacked his saying, “I agree… but what? You are picking up on something?”<br/>