Hethinks she may have bought a ticket for the Zeebrugge ferry, so he's goingto be on the next one. Reading between the lines, so to speak, it's quitep...ssible that he's slipped up and let the cat out of the bag. If he did..." Zeebrugge's in Belgium, isn't it?" He nods his head. "Then I know whereshe's going. One of the girls who went to Bucovina fifteen years ago livedin Brussels at the time. The address is in the notebook, but we madecopies. I've got one in my purse."Gerald lets out a loud. "So are you?" she continued, tapping red laquered nails against the glass. "Discreet, I mean, Mister Bumfelt?" I'm expensive," I replied. "That buys a high degree of discretion."She looked to me- those green eyes, lips as red as the pour on dress, auburn locks falling over a shoulder, taking my eyes to her low cut neckline."I want you to kill my husband," she said. "Can you do that for me, Mister Bumfelt?" Micky," I replied, pouring myself another shot of bourbon. "If we're talking murder, call. You are not just a succubus, Jessica. You are the product of my obsession across ages. You are the next evolution of your kind. You will be the apex predator of Succubi.”It was a lot, just like the night before, but at least now the cards were on the table. Lilith had deceived her, but now Jessica understood why. Would she have taken this opportunity if it had been offered openly? Almost definitely not. She would have chickened out and chosen to remain compliant and miserable, just like she had. Not to sound like I'm stereotyping, but Eastern Europeans know how to take charge of things, when they get the chance. She reached down and started rubbing my cock though my trousers, and the other hand grabbed mine, slide it inside her shirt and stuck them on her tits. It happened so quickly my brain was still trying to work out what was going on. Once I got my bearings, I moved my free hand down between us and inside her trousers, getting my first tough of her pussy. There was a bit of hair.