”“Not the plug, Craig. Don’t get cute with me.”His shoulders slumped. His voice faded to a mere whisper into the phone. “Yes, damn you, I’... hard!”“Now wasn’t that easy to say? Thank you, sweet boy. Now fetch the pill bottle.”Craig flicked his eyes to the wall clock. “But -- I have a meeting in five minutes!”The woman’s voice on the phone hardened. “I know, Craig. The meeting you expected to run, until that big-titted bitch got the job instead of you. I never forget the things you’ve told me,. This was Savannah. ‘That’s Martin Lewis’ sister, Muriel Roberts,’ Miz. Tracy said. ‘He’s the owner of the inn across the square—you saw him pass by just now, I’m sure.’ ‘He’s a dreamboat,’ Miz. Donna said, her own voice showing dreamy. ‘She used to take coffee with us here regularly, Muriel did,’ Miz. Tracy said. ‘Don’t know why she stopped, though. She hasn’t been around in a while. Maybe it’s her husband. He plays the sax. Used to work in the clubs downtown—some of those drag queen clubs, I. ......2 days later I’m entering Claire’s flat, not in the best part of town, but it seemed clean, and I’m quickly holding a cup of coffee. Claire had arrived at the door wearing a short white tennis skirt, complemented by a white polo shirt, a little tight, but none the less showing her small breasts to perfection, her nipples stretching the material a little. Her dark hair almost reaching to her shoulder blades, and fire engine red lipstick. My cock was now beginning to grow, at the thought of. If she wasn’t so willing, it’d be like a horny soldier r****g one of the locals after a night on the town. He paid zero care to her pleasure, using that sloppy mouth as a sleeve to masturbate into.Each grunt a****listic, and each yank of the hair made his muscles pop out. Without warning he shot a galleon of jizz down her throat, but kept on thrusting. It only caused more choking and coughing, until the good doctor hacked the sperm up onto her ruined saree. Eyes watered and red, fingers rubbing.