I just replied with an “hmm” and she knew I was upset. Next message from her made my date “Hey, I have rescheduled my flight for tomorrow mornin.... Will you give me some place in your pretty house for the evening?”I jumped with joy and immediately sent her my location and asked her to take a cab as traffic is terrible during that time. I was home and the doorbell rang. There she was dressed in a crisp white shirt and a formal pant with her laptop bag in her hand. I should say she had lost weight. The only thing that could possibly match the appeal of her body was herface. Devoid of any imperfections and wrinkles (afterall, she was just27). A perfect composition of her pale crimson lips, petite, butslightly aquiline nose, her high cheekbones and full eyebrows, and herdeep green eyes that now reflected the interior of Chateau Dumont. Herhair was expertly done up in an elaborate bun with carefully placesstrands falling down and framing her face, all held together by veryexpensive ornate. ..are you getting horny?..not having your man around must be tough...”“I manage...”“Take your shirt off..”“WHAT!”“Look there are tons of companies with 3 trucks that will take my work...we both know that..You are desperate and must be pretty horny too...You know, he told me about you, one night, down at the pub….”She could feel how she blushed. She could imagine her husband, after 3 or 4 beers letting his mouth run. Exaggerating, just a little, because that´s the way he is. Baz took a long sip. Clumsily, she tried to cover her friend up with a blanket from the bed."Don't bother covering her up, cunt. In fact, leave her alone and lets see what you got under that little skirt of yours!" Jane shook her head, "W-w-what'd you say?" " I said get your fucking clothes off you hot looking little cunt. You and me are gonna fuck and suck and have us a high old time," he replied in a manner so off hand and nonchalant that again his meaning was going right by her.Suddenly he was there, squeezing.