As I looked over my wife’s account, I noticed she had rented a storage space. I hacked into their records and changed the phone number Karen had lis...ed so they could not get in touch with her. Now when her checks started bouncing they wouldn’t be able to call her and would soon padlock her space. Next, I used a reverse directory to look up Mrs. Haywood’s number, ‘Mrs. Haywood, my name is Greg Nelson and I’m calling for some information regarding your husband Lance.’ ‘At this time Mr. Haywood. She reached her hand out to me to join her. I gently laid down beside her, then rolled over to cover her and we began kissing madly. She began to raise my sweatshirt up and I pulled it off over my head. I could feel her breasts on my bare chest as we resumed making out. Emily snuck a hand between us and began pulling at my belt buckle. "Get those pants off, Teddy." She said in a gush of emotion as she rubbed my cock in the jeans while I tussled with the belt, button and zipper. I fidgeted with. It was in the early hours of a Gotham night, a diffuse glow from the city lights dimming the stars shining brightly from a moonless sky. Only the bright orange glare of Mars seemed to really pierce the haze, directly above her. Mars, the Roman god of war, was it an omen?! Was that why she’d come to the lion’s den? Or, in this case, Catwoman’s lair! She shook her head in confusion. That was the problem. She really didn’t know why she was here at all! Her head had been spinning for hours now.. They had a quiet dinner. Julia was decked out. Her hair was loose, her face subtly made up: just a touch of mascarra, eye-liner, a bit of redberry lipgloss, Piloma Picasso Modern Heartdiamond earrings from Tiffany & co, silver cross necklace, gold bracelet. She wore a burgundy peplum cap sleeve dress from Ann Taylor with black stockings and high heels. The scoop-neck gave a liberal view of her opulent bosom. In three-and-a-quarter inch heels, Julia stood a full head taller than her new beaux,.