Everyone had left and gone home... They had made sure of that. Tim had made a set of keys to the building, probably illegal... But the heck with it.. this was gonna be fun.
Lucy had been anticipating this for at least half of the day .. she gets into the back of the shop, moves all the way over so her back is leaned against the other door, "Do Your worst, Sargent Bradford."
Tim scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Oh I plan on it."
Lucy chuckles, "Yeah... that was a bit much."
Tim crawls in yanks Lucy's pants down, then with his left hand on her thigh and his right seeming to hold her down by her stomach, he smiles, "No, Honey .. it was perfect." He chuckles softly and starts to give her the best blow she's ever received.
After the third orgasm, she begs him, "Please... Just slip it in... I need more."
He shakes his head, "I am sorry. I can't do more. This isn't about me this time... it's about You."
Lucy blushes, "Yes and I want You."
Tim starts to slip out and try to help her out as well.
"ne me quitte pas." She mutters.
"Come again?" He pauses to see if he heard her right.
"Yes, Please."
"Do you know what you asked me."
Lucy nods, "I can't move.. please stay."
Tim crawls in all the way and lays behind Lucy, "only if you can sing the whole song."
She nods, "But only if you know what it means."
So they sing in tandem... line by line French and English.. by the end Lucy is asleep. Tim kisses her forehead and whispers, "Je suis là pour toi mon amour. Je promets de ne pas partir. Épouse-moi, s'il te plaît ?" And he falls asleep as well. (In English... "I am here for you my love. I promise not to leave. Marry me, please?")
