Rather than some hot babe from Goldfinger looking back at me, I saw a go-go-dancer from Austen Powers. Annie's house was impressive. A sizeable victor...an villa up by the park. It had four receptions rooms between which guest migrated, forming temporary cliques that congealed and dissolved without apparent purpose. Laughter and chatter filled the house. I went from room to room hoping to spot Karl Peterson.It wasn't until Annie asked me if I'd lost something, that I realised just how obvious I. "Holy shit."I then turn around, revealing my body to him. My bare nipples poke through the large holes of the fishnet dress, and the g-string hardly hides my soaking cunt. He seems like he can hardly breathe, taking in every inch of my body. I then slide my panties down, slowly, bending over so he can see my tits even better. Jack rips off his shirt, and he also pulls off his jeans. His hard dick tents the silk fabric, straining for attention. I walk over and kneel between his legs. His hands. He told her about his plans and she listened, asking questions. He asked her to come with him, to move across the Atlantic to another country, another life. Slowly she came around to the idea as he painted a picture of a new beginning for her, the many opportunities in London with all the Theatres and TV work she would be able to try out for. Late at night they would make love, his body joined to hers, his hands and mouth caressing her, her own mouth sucking, licking and biting those places on. "I left my shawl in the room," she informed me. "Go get it," she commanded.With a very fake smile, I pretended to control my anger as I answered, "Sure."I tried not to huff or show my anger as I got up to leave. Of course I didn't succeed very well, but she let me leave.I chose to take the stairs up to the room. Just as I was turning into the stairwell, I heard Christine half shout, "The dark one!" I kept going without slowing down, but I held the door open for a bit longer than most people.