I got to the appointed corner and stood around for a minute or two until a car pulled up and asked me if I was Rena, the fake name I had decided to go...by. I walked up to the car, opened the door and got in.I surprised myself with how talkative I was being...I tried to remember things about hookers I had read in pulp fiction novels and stuff..that I should be friendly and comfortable seeming....eager to please. He was a Romanian foreign exchange student at the law school, he told me at least,. During one of my final looks at the home of Doris I noticed a new security system had been installed that wasn't there when I made my first reconnaissance of the house. I noted the sticker on the box and called the company.Pretending to be David and explaining that I was having difficulty arming the devices, I learned the details of the system the company installed.David had ordered it, just weeks before I was to be entering her house.He had neglected to tell me that security cameras were. "Taste yourself." Your lips swallow my fingers, sucking and licking them clean. "How do you taste, Kitten? You may speak." You smile. "Delicious, Daddy. Your Kitten tastes delicious. May she taste you?" I smirk. "Should I remove the blindfold so she may see?" "Only if Daddy feels Kitten has earned the right to gaze upon him." I spit on two fingers, slide them deep in your ass. Your mouth falls agape. "Ohhh, Daddyyyy," you whisper. "Sh-h, quiet, Kitten,"I scold, slowly moving in-and-out your. “Would my darling like Chris and me to put on a little show for him. After all, it’s not just Chris and me who’ve been missing our staple diet these last few days.”Jill’s eyes locked with mine as we stared into each other’s eyes.I sensed this was a true watershed moment in our marriage and life together. Barely three days back from a month nearly full-time with Chris, Jill had brought Chris back into our marital home and without saying the words was basically asking me if I wanted him to become.