Fuck it’s almost all I can take. “Rub your clit Heather for me. Cum for me babe.” Oh god yes. I want to cum. “Yes babe. God, I am.” My b...dy losing control. My hips thrusting now. My finger rubbing my clit harder, faster. “Oh baby I want to cum.” I send to him. “Fuck yes, babe. Call me Heather and cum for me.” I hit call on my phone. So so close to cumming for him. My sexy man, my friend, my lover. God I can't get enough of him. His voice is quiet, his breath is heavy. “Hello babe.” “Hi. He teased her by biting down lightly on her nipple, tracing his tongue up toward her neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh. He reveled in her moans, knowing that he was making her feel it as he began to pound into her, his balls smacking against her little asshole and his torso bumping against her clit, pushing her even closer over the edge.She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closely to her body as she slowly began to grind her hips against his body, meeting his thrusts as her. Open-and-shut case.’ ‘My bookie,’ replied Trina. ‘Possible new lead. You want to tag along for the ride?’ Fresco excused himself: ‘Wouldn’t want to cramp your style. Tell me all about it later. Dinner somewhere?’ ‘My money’s on Willy Wonker. Must go. Call me. My card’s in your top pocket.’ And with that, Trina collected Pete and sped off to apprehend Libby’s mum’s replacement errand boy. A pleased, though bemused, American lawman stood fondly flexing Trina’s business card and pondering British. The Boss coolly gathered up her box and walked out the door with a pleasant “Ciao!” Kelly and Mary gaped at the door. “What the hell was that?!” said Mary. “We’re on this floor hot as hell, naked, and she just leaves?” “Motherfucker!” said Mary, uncharacteristically. The mood – gone. Finis. Dead. Even the four Molsons didn’t help now. With deadened movements and stunned amazement, the two dressed themselves. In mock amusement at herself, and Kelly, and this sudden switch-up, Mary put her.