Cody kept it together until he reached Liz’s bedroom. Opening the door had been like opening an emotional floodgate. When he looked at a cute little...stuffed doll left on her bed, an image of his daughter engaged in a sexual act flashed through his mind. Everywhere he looked in the room, the obscene superimposed itself over the innocent.He sagged down and cried.It took him thirty minutes to pull himself together enough to close the door to Liz’s room. He came to a decision, he had to get out of. Who called who? And if you think this was prearranged, ask her what her own phone number is. She’s not especially good with numbers, so it isn’t likely she’d have remembered this number from last week.”“What is this about?” Michael asked, still cautious.“Look, this isn’t a sales call,” Alex told him. “Your daughter just wanted to make sure you understood she isn’t inventing this stuff. Now, if you don’t want to deal with it, that’s fine. We spoke, and she now knows she isn’t supposed to mention. His wife is the assistant manager of some firm and Derry is the spoilt husband who goes around fucking other wives.”“Bella, how did you manage to get all this information. Are you a spy or something?” I asked with both curiosity and amazement in my voice.“We’ll talk about that later. But now, if we play our cards right, we might have another player on our team.”“You don’t mean Derry’s wife, do you?”“I like the fact that we are both on the same page,” she chuckled. Suddenly, she put on her. Have a seat,” he says gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk as he stands. “I’m sure we can see what we can do about that.”She quickly slips over to the chair and sits down. She smirks at him, legs crossed in front of her. Matt’s eyes never leave her chest. He even licks his lips in appreciation.“Do you like what you see?” she teases.“Oh, fuck yes,” he whispers.Aspen spreads her legs open a little, revealing her moistening panties to him. His jaw drops at her response.“Are you new?”.