He said he understood and said he may be able to help. Excited I asked what work needed done and when. He laughed, I have always loved seeing your wif... at the Christmas parties and occasionally bringing you lunch. I paused, and said ok I'm flattered by that but what about the work to help with the bills? Once again he laughed. This time I knew what he had in mind. He said I need your wife to work for me for 4 hours and the pay will be one weeks wages in cash. I didn't know what to say other. "Well let's see if we can sell these scooter tomorrow and find a way home for me," I suggested."I'm sorry Max about leaving you. Surely you of all people know how I feel?" he asked,"I have some idea, but I would never personally buy into it. I think you are an idiot, Being loyal to someone, who tried to kill you just strikes me as lunacy," I said.Even though I thought Martin was quite mad, I accepted it. It also didn't stop me from saying goodbye with an exhausting night of sex. It began with. "Damn it!" Arlene moaned, and for several seconds she made no move to get off the bed. She merely continued to fondle her lust-aching cunt, shoving the vibrator up her passage as deep as it would go.Her muscles twitched and fluttered, her thighs rippling tautly as she stretched and relaxed, stretched, relaxed. The sensations were: unbelievably intense, and she had to come. She had to.Again the doorbell."Oh, damn!" she almost shouted. She rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up, her brain dizzy. I could just barely see over the stall walls but instead of taking the risk I just leaned forward to peek out through the crack along the edge of the door.I could see Sister Bernadette standing almost directly in front of me and I could also see her in two of the mirrors. I then watched as Sister Bernadette carefully removed her headgear and revealed her short brown hair. She looked in the mirror and tried to straighten it up using her fingers. She then removed her habit and hung it up on a.