As usual, Heather, who was on top when we made love, was still lying on top of me slowly rotating and gyrating her hips to squeeze every last ounce of...tingle from her orgasm. Sometimes she gets lucky and generates a second wave of fun. It’s usually not a long sleep but it’s a very contented sleep. Not this night. This was SUNDAY night. This was the night before MONDAY. Monday was ‘Garbage Day’. Something kicked in my brain. ‘OH CRUD!’ I screamed in my own head. My eyes opened and I sat up in. If Mr. Bennett needed someone to show up somewhere and file a complaint, someone would. If an element came to town and started doing something that interfered with another, entrenched local enterprise, that element would find it difficult to get their permits and their deliveries would be unreliable, either too late or somehow forgotten. Mr. Bennett was always able to rely on a certain high turn out of voters on election day, all of whom voted the way Mr. Bennett wanted them to vote. In our. She shuffled her feet, trying to back away from him. If she had just enough room between them, if she moved suddenly enough, he may be shocked at her audacity. She may be able to out run him. She just needed to put enough distance between them so that… Her back collided with a warm, solid surface that hadn’t been there moments ago. She jerked away, spinning to see what blocked her path. In her terror, she miscalculated the distance to the fire pit, shrieking her pain as the hot coals singed. ' She explained. She quickly opened up the file.First photo was of Julie, sat on the other side of a round table, her back to the restaurant. The fingers of her right hand were pulling the material of her dress to the side, exposing her right breast to Mark.No one in the back ground looked any the wiser. Another photo was looking down at Mark's lap, my wife's foot outstretched from the other side of the table, clearly rubbing up and down he's exposed cock! The next photo was a similar angle,.