As the silky fabric floated to the floor, soft music came drifting from downstairs… She smiled. Her bare feet sunk in the plush carpet of the cream ...olored bathroom rug as she stepped into the tub. She lowered herself slowly in the bubbles savoring the feeling of them over her skin and her most intimate areas. She leaned her head back against the back of the tub and relaxed, letting the heat from the water invade her muscles. Her lashes rested on her cheeks as her eyes slowly shut…. She hears. King too had a long, satisfying fuck. He varied speeds, stopping several times to hold his cock jammed up her cunt as far as he could. He came in her pussy with his lion roar and then eased his shrinking penis out of her cunt that dribbled with his semen. Then he let her up after giving her nipples a sharp tweak, so she was standing beside the bed reaching for her bathrobe when Ron Taylor arrived. He quickly assessed the situation and waved at Louise. "You don't have to get back into bed," he. Go after her.I snorted, I didn't need Mary. I need Antsy.I dropped a hundred on the table and walked out. Outside, a man was shouting after a red Ferrari as it tore off up the street. I saw Mary's ugly, auburn hair whipping in the wind and smiled. Looks like she found someone. Good for her."She's stolen my car," the man complained. "My wife's in there!"He was fumbling at his phone. "Don't call the police," I told the man. "No one calls the police." It's the least I could do for Mary. We had. A once beautiful wooden table set with five chairs to a side and one on each end still occupied the center of the room. More cobwebs abounded in the room.The huge table, sadly decrepit, still stood in its faded glory, faithfully waiting for the next setting. The chairs were scattered around in broken disaray. The tattered, rotting remains of a fancy table cloth lay askew on the table. The cloth was held in place by an elegant candelabra holding nearly used up candles in its tarnished, eight.