"That's the life" she smiled, "Cruising up the canal from one pub to another and making love all night" Sound good doesn't it?" I agreed, "Especially ...he last bit" Well I'm naked under my skirt" she laughed, "Just in case you're in the mood" I'm always in the mood" I told her and leered evilly."I say there, David isn't it?" I looked across at the bargee who'd shouted it was my boss, the man who owned the bakery!"Good morning sir" I said politely. "I didn't know you owned a boat" I own several. So I saw her breasts, I felt my cock sliding between her labias, the head rubbing the clit again and again. I looked into her eyes while I started to lick and suck her nipples. “What do you want me to do?” I asked with one of her nipples in my mouth, while letting my teeth nibble on it. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer, letting the shaft press hard agains her pussy. “Please, I need it, fuck me. Fuck my pussy, slide your cock in me and fuck me like a slut.” That was what. She shrugged and looked around. "More than you do." She looked at me. "I've never seen an amber mark before. What House are you from?"I frowned. "House? What are you talking about?"She tilted her head to the side. "You really don't know, do you?" She leaned forward. "Six will not be enough. Your power is too potent. I'd aim for ten, just to be safe."I sat back. She couldn't be talking about my Fonti, could she? I looked her over again, trying to make myself see her mark, but I didn't see. Gabby was almost to the point of giving up when one day at work a coworker happened to glance at her laptop open to a page searching for cheap private investigators. If I may ask, whatcha need a PI for? Janie her coworker asked. Oh um&hellip, Gabby was reluctant to divulge her predicament, but decided it might be helpful to open up to someone else about her situation. My husband is cheating and I want proof among other things. She spoke bluntly. Janie took the info in stride. Thats all? My.