I observed him put the code on the safe box pad. I planned to rob him and do a runner with the money. Trusting Melissa, I told her my idea. She advise... me not to do anything silly. We made arrangements to go on Sunday to see what was in there. Once the safe door opened, we both stood back glaring at the pile of notes. Stacked on top of each other. Reading my mind, Melissa said. ‘Don’t even think about it.’ Opening a small drawer, we found a pile of documents. Sitting on top was a small burgundy. I wanted to argue, but I knew they were right.“How long do you think it’ll take to complete everything?” Trip finally asked.Blackie considered. “End of the day for most,” he said at last. “Then a couple of hours tomorrow.” He looked to Mike.“‘Bout that,” Mike said.“Do you have anything to add, Professor?” Trip said.“No. I believe you and Mr. Hughes have things well in hand. I’ll be happy to stay for the formal inspection, if you’d like the weight of my professional presence.”“Thank you, sir,”. I stepped closer to her and her mouth opened. “I want your cock in my mouth,” she said and tried to catch it with her mouth. I stepped back and asked her to ‘Say Please’. She giggled and looked at my eyes. I think she loved the whole scene and probably couldn’t believe how well her attempt at an extra-marital affair had turned out. Sure she risked losing her husband and being dumped in the streets but got a sex partner who wanted to play games.“Please,” she sighed and looked at my stiff rod.. Sometimes Fiona wondered if she should feel bad, but for whatever reason, she couldn't. Not in the way that would make her regret anyway. Those few fleeting moments of feeling guilty somehow just increased the intensity levels and made her orgasms stronger.Someone had once told her that guilt could be intoxicating and addicting. She had laughed but now she understood and even wished she could somehow feel worse.She tried to think back to the early days with Sean. Picnics in the park and holding.