“One or two more goes and then let’s show them what a good fuck looks like,” she replied. I was not sure what she meant by “goes”, but I soo... found out. She jammed me back into her throat and fucked me twice, swallowing each time she lifted herself slightly. I could feel her throat going up and down my cock, squeezing and pulling me at the same time. It was all I could do not to spew straight into her stomach. I had to lift her off me during the second “go” just to preserve my sanity. More spit. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. I thought about just walking out there and shooting him- just wearing a towel or being even naked - he would die with a pleasant smile on his face then. This thought made me smile again. Ok - I thought - I shower put on my clothes and just leave as soon as I could. I'd still do my job - I hope, but later. I didn't want him to know that I'm his killer. Another one of my principles.My hand slide down my chest and I noticed how hard my nipples got by. Tonight it was Tex-Mex.Back home. Shower. Deena’s smiling. Her period’s over and she knows I have three days until MINE starts, but tonight’s a free for all.Friday night’s coursework night, too. Just as well get it out of the way so you won’t have that hanging over your head come Sunday evening. One last run through the list to make sure we have everything packed for tomorrow with the Johnsons and the Gleasons on a sailboat.Tonight it’s the Simons on a king-sized bed and it’s as much fun as it. I had seen her doing some accounts on her laptop earlier so assumed the stick was related to that. I was going to just pop it back into the box but something made me a bit curious . I went up to my study and plugged the stick into my computer. Ah ! The contents were password-protected ! Now that really made me suspicious. I tried to think of a possible password, each attempt failing time after time. Perhaps she had written it down; she was always forgetting passwords and I knew she had a little.