Almost a quarter acre on each side of the house, and another five in the back. The front was only fifty feet from sidewalk to porch, but that was much...more than she ever asked for. True, it needed some work, mostly small things, but Brenda was more than willing to put the effort into her new home. It needed to be painted. It was currently yellow, with white shutters, and white porch and balconies, as well as columns. The white she didn’t mind, but the yellow had to go. All the paint was. I lean my hip against her desk. "You look really, really hot today. I'm sure you could tell by the way I was acting."I blush and Kelly nods her head."Thank you."Kelly mumbled, not even looking at me. I stand next to her awkwardly for a few seconds, my anger and annoyance growing rapidly. She probably didn't like me anymore. I'm so stupid to think she would actually keep a relationship, a sex relationship, but a relationship nonetheless, with me. "Well you seem much more interested in your work. “Take a look Mark, see how much your slut wasn’t enjoying me fucking her”.The actions and noises Emma was making were such that it would be impossible to deny she was enjoying herself.Mark watched the video impassively as he watched Emma, she was on her hands and knees sucking Mr X’s cock deeply into her mouth with spunk hanging from her chin from someone’s previous climax. Over her shoulder it was plain to see Marcus fucking her from behind. The camera panned around and it was clear that. It took all of my focus to grab my bike off the balcony and head out my front door.The first thrill of the night came when I had to carry my bike down the stairs and I passed one of my neighbors who was just coming home. It was only at that moment that I realized the vibrator was audible if you were listening. I kept my head down and avoided eye contact as I passed them on the stairs. I prayed that they wouldn’t want to talk and thankfully they didn’t. In the end they have never said anything.