"See ya' tomorrow, Sweetie," I smiled to Emily taking the elevator downto my Jaguar.That night there was a blurb on the news about my elevation to COO...ofB&D. I sat there with a glass of wine sulking. I made my third attemptto read the Garinger contract. I turned the television off toconcentrate on it. I was royally pissed off at what happened to metoday.Last Friday I was beach bum trying to make a living on finding lostchange and a piece of jewelry or two. Now I was the head of the largestad. ‘Christ do I have to engage in sex? I’m tired and we have a big day tomorrow.’ ‘Yes, absolutely.’ ‘Okay then.’ ‘Alan when you lived here alone and masturbated nightly, never complaining you were tired, did you ever do it to music?’ ‘I’ve never masturbated in my life.’ ‘Answer me truthfully.’ ‘I’d stroke away watching a video probably with a chick riding a guy with her tits flopping about as if they were possessed, why would I need to also listen to music?’ Lydia, who was undressing, scooped up. Juicy vagina were asking to be slurped, sucked and fucked. Her body were releasing rosy odours asking to be crushed.I was ready for all that. I put my middle finger on her pussy to play with her clitoris and pressing myself against her body, I put my lips on her tit to virtually swallow it. After few minutes of my play with her pussy and boobs, she went from ‘feeling nothing’ to ‘sssss, aaah aah aah”Her hand slid and she was playing with my cum gun. I slipped through belly to her honey-hole. It. His right knee hurt worst of all, though having nothing to do with the rape. It needed rest, and more importantly an ice pack. He’d spotted the swelling sitting on the toilet a moment ago. How long before it swelled to the size of a melon? How long before power returned, he wondered.Mom kept the basement door locked against break-ins just like this. He and Maddie knew where she hid the key; he retrieved it from behind the washing machine and checked the charge level on his iPhone: down to 35%,.