So after we ate, we straightened up the living room coffee table. Since all we had left were table scraps, Lisa emptied our dinner plates plates and ...ut the remaining scrapes down the garbage disposal. After that, she put our plates, silverware and wine glasses in the dishwasher so she could get them cleaned. By now, it was going on 10 pm., but I was nowhere near tired yet.“Mark honey?” Lisa called out. “Yes sweetheart?” I answered.“Why don’t we go into my bedroom, okay?” Lisa asked. So I. "It's the third sink, it's dripping" I ain't the plumber darlin' guess again"She looked up "Well what do you want" (subtext was "you 'orrible little oik, you're ruining my latte and croissant")"I'm the tax inspector ain I? That's why me van parked outside says 'Decorator' on the side" Tax inspector? We aren't expecting you are we?" Tall, leggy, blond and thick. Some people just can't avoid meeting expectations."Nah luv. Only joking, I'm the decorator you booked for a rush job"Her face cleared,. "Uhg..uhg...ugh...ugh..." was all I could manage as he fucked his cock into my throat."That's...it...suck me...baby...suck me...hard..." his words broke each time he shoved his dick into me, "yeah baby...you...thinking of my...cum...in...you're...mouth." (He's going to cum in me again...fuck, I don't know if I can do this...why the hell didn't I leave when I had the chance) I knew I'd have to eat his cum and put the thought of it to the back of my mind; it'll be what it will be, but man his. "With your attitude, you'd probably be the last one standing."Alicia's eyes flashed. "You little bastard!" Yes?" Elias looked amused. "Right on both counts, Honey."Just as it looked like her temper was going to get away from her, there was an interruption. A muscular black in a muscle shirt and tattered jeans arrived, following a sizeable erection. "You work here, right? Got any butter? I'm goin' into a dry hole..."Alicia's eyes popped. She turned and reached behind the counter, surfacing.