My nails were trimmed, filed and prepped. I’m not sure exactly how long the whole thing took, but it was done faster than I thought. My hands didn�...t even look like mine anymore. There was a glossy shine to my nails, and they seemed more perfect than they ever had. After Leslie finished up, we started a to walk back to the job.“Your nails look so good! Aren’t you glad you went with me?” Leslie asked.“Yours look good too. And yeah, thanks for inviting me.” I smiled.“Let me put your number in my. I then tilted her hips up a little, and slid a finger into her slippery hole while continuing my assault on her clit. That provoked an even bigger reaction She was so visibly aroused at this point, I was sure that she had to be faking sleep. Then, I cupped her clit in my mouth and started sucking on it and licking at the same time. After a couple of minutes she started shuddering. With my finger inside her, I could feel the beginnings of a massive orgasm that continued on even after I. Janet would succumb to her againtonight, just like she had this afternoon. And once Janet had givenherself to the hostess once more, she would die and join her predecessorsat the bottom of the lake.Elizabetta was equally stunning and elegant, just like the night when shetook Willie to the casino. Elizabetta adored dressing for the kill. Shechose a off the shoulder dress in crimson silk brocade, the tailored hemfalling just below her knees. An underbust corset pulled her waist inquite. It was a text from a trashy whore, thanking my husband for a lovely night and encouraging him to hit her up if he was ever back in town on another business trip. The skanky bitch even sent him a naked selfie with his cum on her face to remind him of their photo-esque night together.Just one day after getting home, our house was silent, only filled with resentment and guilt. I loved my husband so much; I didn’t think I could just leave him, but I also didn’t want to encourage the idea that what.