Matt Thorne, one of the proof-readers, rather like Charlotte. He always said hello to her when he came to March’s office – which wasn’t too ofte... as he generally used his email to get things done – and he’d always thought of Charlotte as a nice woman. She had auburn hair, a nice smile and she always greeted him by name. She must be in her early thirties, he guessed, and she invariably dressed well. She was somewhat plump – but in his opinion the nasty terms Dillon had used were completely. “Eat my cunt hard, Kayla,” she ordered. I knelt in front of her and she grabbed the back of my hair and shoved her wet cunt in my face. I stuck my tongue inside her hole and she thrust her wetness on my tongue. She clamped my head between her thighs and moaning loudly began to hump my mouth. I heard my brother moan. I licked her cunt harder and sucked her swollen clit and rubbed my lips over it. I slid two fingers inside her and she started moaning and thrusting. I pulled my mouth back and. She smiled at him. Kissed him lightly on the lips, and headed inside as he drove off.It was a quarter past three in the morning and my damn phone was ringing. It had taken me two hours according to my cell to get to sleep and now I was being rudely awakened from that delicious state. Then, it hit me. It had to be her. I answered it."Hello?" I said."Where are you Michael? I'm worried about you," she said."Well, if it isn't my used to be wife. I'm shacked up at a motel. I'll be looking for a. Thankfully, his place wasn’t far from the bus stop. ‘Wow, what a shit hole’ I thought to myself as I looked up and down the old building that looked like it could collapse at any moment. I made my way to the door, and buzzed Mr. Wilson. I quickly heard a tone, and then heard the door un-click. The wooden door creaked as I opened it. The air in the building was so thick and musty. It couldn’t have been well ventilated. Of course, the single elevator was out of order. I made my way up the stairs,.