That was hotly sexy. His tummy was flat and he had a nicely powerful six-pack. He took her hand and drew her inside the vestibule. “Come through to ...he sitting room. I want to strip you naked on the couch,” he said.Em said, “Oh!” Then she touched his cock, which pulsed and emitted a glistening promissory dribble of pre-cum. She said, “Oh god!”She felt her pussy get very wet between her legs.He led her through to the sitting and pushed her gently onto the couch, face down. The soft pink velour. He looked back at Davidson."You military, Mr. Davidson?" A long time ago." You must have kept up your practice. Three shots to the heart, all fitting within a half dollar. I don't know many professionals who could do that in this kind of situation. They could have sent you as MY bodyguard." I handle 'troublesome' situations for the bank. I've had anti-terrorist training. And I was a military cop in Berlin in the 70s when it was the Wild East. I guess it's just ingrained now."Luis poked his head. Ray found the house and minder duties almost liberating; no financial responsibilities to fret over and a juicy Lucy to spice things up. But he would cover his duties meticulously and give Rita no room for complaint.When Rita was home he would mostly busy himself in the garden or the garage to give Janet time with her mother. But Janet wasn't over eager for her Mom's company. In fact the girl seemed seek him out and watch what he was doing and asking him things. They became friends; because in. They’d made a movie of it years ago, but the only thing I remembered of it was Sidney Poitier leading a bunch of nuns in singing ‘Amen.’I got through my showing and told the other two salespeople that I was going home.The sounds coming from the bedroom were not those of a happy baby. Oh, they were happy sounds, all right. Just not baby sounds. I stood in the bedroom doorway unable to believe what I saw. Lily and Bruce were fucking.“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I screamed. Emily.