I lift her smoothly upward, savoring her butt's vacuum-tight resistance to my withdrawal. My bulbous cockhead emerges from her asshole with an audible...pop. Jessica collapses into a ball on the mattress beside me, clutching her little bottom with both hands."I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she mutters, "I just couldn't take that. It hurts too much." It's okay," I console her. "It's fine."I embrace her curled body and we lie motionless for a while."Still... it was worth trying," I offer. "You might've. The other three men on staff had very little contact with even the staff, let alone the girls; Jason was chief of security and had several other ex-Marshalls (and other various flavours of ex-Special Agents – they were seldom willing to swap stories, even with a combat veteran), all female, to look after. Ryan and James, (ex-Air Force and ex-Army, respectively) both happily married, their wives being in the kitchen and the laundry respectively, were groundskeepers, and spent too much time. I ‘tutted’ and scrolled down again. It was the same with Steve Reynolds, the guy who managed the estate agency that handled the acquisition of our apartment. I hoped it would ‘third time lucky’ and it was. A familiar voice at the other end answered, “Hello, Simon Parker.” “Hi Simon.” I said. “You know who this.” “Candy.” He replied. “I was just thinking about you but then if I’m honest, I’m always thinking about you.” “Oh Simon, you always say the sweetest things to me.” “So Candy.” He said,. "Do you want something to drink before we start?" I asked the girl. "Do you need the bathroom or anything?" No, I'm okay." Amy was looking around the apartment and I was looking at her, dressed in what had to be a school uniform."How old are you?" I asked. Her contract had said fourteen, but I wanted to hear her say it."Almost fifteen," she said over her shoulder. "Are you married?"She was looking at the large wedding portrait framed on the bookcase and I nodded."Yeah. That's my husband, Kurt,".