I came to know that she is a working lady and not married. She was 33 at that time. She lives alone at a posh flat and works in a telecom company. Abo...t her family, she has some issues and so she prefers to live alone. After some serious talks about her love and sex life, she told me she loves to have sex. But has not done it for more than a year. She has vibrators and dildos to satisfy her self. But the feel of the real body is what she wants.We exchanged our numbers. We planned to meet for. ”I suspected that she was in fact pregnant. It would be difficult to think she wasn’t because I knew that Jon was capable of impregnating her. She sure as hell must have been close to ovulating over the last fortnight while Jon was sneaking in to screw her. I had hoped that she was smart enough to protect herself but it appeared not so. If she was then it was her problem and not mine. I was not going to accept raising someone else’s child. I had done it once and I wasn't going to do it again.. I thought that Vicky was going to stop stimulating me before orgasm so that we could go to the bedroom. But she just kept pumping, giving me that smile that drives me crazy. When I felt my orgasm go past the point of inevitabil- ity, she pointed my squirting member toward her upper thigh, close to her pubic mound. My ejaculation squirted onto her smooth bare skin. When I was spent, and my knees were weak from the intensity of the thrill, Vicky milked the remaining drops of cum onto her hand. . You are an arrogant guy you know that," she shot back at him. Before she could say another word, Manuel pulled out a gun from behind him and pressed it against her forehead. She was scared instatly. He had a gun. "That is right. It is just you and me now," Manuel forcing her with his gun to move back. "Please don't shoot me. I have money," Isabelle pleaded for her life. She didn't want to die. She was even afraid that the world was going to end at 12PM. "I don't care for your money Miss.