Lots of people and cars were usually moving in and out of the garage. Not that night, the only sounds were coming from my shoes as I walked across the...concrete floor. I don't know about you but I find silence in a normally noise filled area creepy. My mind always starts thinking of all the scary movies I've ever seen.I was wondering if the guy with the chainsaw started it before you got too close to escape. Or did he give you a second or two warning? It's thoughts like that that convinced me to. How did you know she would be coming back?" Just a good guess. I'd like to meet her." I want you to, you'll be impressed."He's likely correct. Unfortunately.CHAPTER THIRTY THREECardoza ordered me to meet him at the end of my shift. I don't thinkI've done anything wrong, I sure as fuck hope I haven't, he's not theforgiving kind. He told me to meet him on the third floor, not hisoffice on the first floor. I don't know anybody who's ever been upthere. I take the stairs instead of the elevator, it. ” From Sally's point of view Stan's big dick began sliding in and out under it's own power, “Your cock is fucking my ass!” It was huge. It was alive. It felt amazing. Her body was beginning to tingle and pulse as she began fucking him back, “Don't cum in my ass.”When Stan felt Sally's hand pull on his hip he knew she was really enjoying it. He started fucking harder and then revealed a secret. “Silly girl. You can't get pregnant like this. That's why people do it.” But Sally was breathing heavy. I never told him about us. Why should I? It wasn’t like I was being unfaithful to him…it was a woman. I kidded myself, of course I was unfaithful. Just because it’s a woman, no difference. He could not compete with Chantel or any woman. He didn’t have the touch, to know how a woman wants and needs to be touched. When to be rough and when to be sensual. When to fuck and when to make love. I love him but Chantel has lit up my mind and world.And the guys, Steve, Paul, John who rekindled my sexual.