Oh God, what if it wasn’t Jeff? She began to worry but knew if she didn’t obey he would just as likely not have her punised. She gritted her teeth...worrying about all the possibilities even briefly picturing the cleaning man watching her as he stroked himself. Karen smelled the familiar scent of Jeff, now close to her. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, then he kissed her right in the same place, the cool breeze replaced by his warm lips. She kept her eyes closed enjoying her senses. Maybe the wooing was over. The text had been short and vague, with no pleasantries at all. It was so unlike him. It read, “meet me at the following address... ,” and it proceeded to give a street address. Finally, the text said that you were expected. What the fuck does that mean?Once you put it in the GPS, you could tell it was near downtown, but you had never heard of the street. The whole time you are driving, you are wondering why you are even going based on such a rude text.The answer was. Or of nights filled with passion and romance, not just fucking and sucking, as had been the case more often than not of late.I slipped on my robe and walked out to the kitchen. On the way, I went past Janey's door, which was open. The bedroom doors in this house were always open, even during sex. It took a bit of getting used to, as Sally was extremely vocal during intercourse, announcing her pleasures with descriptive words and sounds. Privacy was for the bathroom, unless, of course she was. He tried to pull out and I held him there, mocking him with my eyes. I was proved right as the ugly bastard on top of me cried out and used his superior strength to wrench himself from the grasp of my tight cunt. Mimicking this action, Kate pulled the cock out of her mouth and gawked at the monster I had been contending with. The first batch of sperm jetted from the tip and left a sticky trail across my face. The rest was deposited on my belly and I lazily traced my fingers in the hot fluid.The.