We’ve had some good-looking girls on the show already – a couple who you seriously wonder why they were even interested in dogs, but Hope is a dif...erent class. This is a genuinely cute girl.We interview her outside the airport, standing at a taxi-rank, filming her with the triangular arches of the arrivals area behind her – looking very casual, occasionally sweeping long hair from her face. Relaxed, cute, young.“I’ve always been a bit of a rebel ... I never do what I’m told. My parents think. We went from doing it anywhere from three and four times a week to as little as once a week by the time a couple of months were in the books: fewer, actually, than before the big blow up. She didn't seem to realize it either; or, realize that I did. As for her chatting, it didn't come up. I was sure she was doing it, chatting; but she was clearly at pains to not be rubbing my nose in it. I was glad about that, but in truth I was somewhat concerned about it too. I had only checked the keylogger. She kept stroking my dick, but she was panting as Mike licked her. She took me into her warm mouth again and began bobbing up and down. All of a sudden, she started to shake and orgasm. Her moaning over my dick caused me to explode and to her credit she swallowed it all. The three of us lay on the bed breathing heavy and resting.Mike said he was going to go shower, so Sarah and I laid back on the bed.“Are you sure you’re good with this. I don’t want to hurt you.”“Yes baby. I’ve never found you. He is coming for me ... Michael! Don’t let him get me!”The curtain at the window fluttered, and a breeze touched her cheek.The door handle jiggled, and the door curved a little, rocking at the chair jammed against it, but causing the legs to dig deeper into what was left of the carpet.“Open this damn door!” An enraged male voice boomed from the other side. “You stupid little bitch – you’ll pay for this!”“Michael!” she whispered. “Where are you?”There was a loud thud, and the door.