When did Fernando come? Will he fuck her. Oh shit, I thought.She came home 1 hour later and went to bed.In the morning, when I wake up, I saw she was ...eading the newspaper. And she prepared a coffee for me.When I was drinking it, I looked at her and she said, “Do you want me to tell what happened yesterday.”“Everything.”“Okay, when I went there only Kim was there.”She said, “ you said no.”“Yes, but I and Robert discussed it and he gave me a go.”“What else did he say?”“If I wanted, I can suck it. So she said please talk to me slowly and do not cut the call I said ok.Then I asked her what are you doing she replied I am on my bed and feeling horny so I said then what should I do she said nothing just keep hearing me your breath and talk some dirty.So I did what she said,when I started talking dirty she kept her phone near her pussy and she started rubbing her harder and she was moaning like aaahhhaay aaaaumm sss.After few minutes she got relaxed and said me thanks a lot you made me cum. Maisie dumped her bags and practically danced to the bar.“Usual?” she asked Ethan.“Please, I’ll grab us a seat.”He scooted round the table to get the best view of her leaning on the counter. At five-feet-two-inches, she was standing on her tiptoes to peer into the fridges behind the bar. Jason came up behind her, his hand on her waist as he brushed past. Ethan’s face clouded. He was happy with the easy banter they’d fallen into after working together for so long but watching her now with Jason. You know as well as I do that he is likely dead. We need to conserve our money. We don’t know how much longer we will be allowed to stay here, once the Count has declared Jean dead.”“This is the last dress, I promise,” Marguerite said, “but I won’t give up on Jean like that. He promised me he would come home and I believe he will. But, I will make sure that today is the last fitting I have. I should go, h-she is expecting me.”Marguerite stood up, trying not to react to the slip of the tongue.