She never answered his calls. Brady was severely depressed. The men who worked for him took notice and were concerned for their boss. He was just goin... through the motions but it didn’t matter to him. Without Audrey in his life it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to live without her sweet love. Audrey stayed cooped up in her condo for three days after her gallery showing. She didn’t watch TV or read the paper. All she could do was cry. Each day Brady would knock on her door and the go away,. " He softly commands.Like a little puppy dog, I follow him. My heart fluttering from the excitement. We walk south down the hallway and then to the overpass which connects the Merchandise Mart to the Holiday Inn. Walking at a hurried pace, he approaches the elevators and I watch him push the up button. I notice the nice manicured nails on that hand. He looks at me and smiles. Not a word exchanges between us. I knew the quest I was heading towards.We enter the elevator and he pushes the button. Her back came into a full arch, only her feet, shoulder, and tethered arms touched the table. Her face was tight grimed, teeth clenched, chords in her neck were exposed, deep sounds escaped from somewhere deep inside her.Her nipples looked as though they were going to pop right off her tits.I held my hand right where it was, not moving my fingers still deeply embedded in her hot, pulsing cunt.I knew her cunt was ultra-sensitive now and any movement may cause such an intense sensation in. The girls had arrived at the main house in double quick time and alighted the rickshaw to walk past the panting ‘boy’. As they climbed the stairs to the front door a middle aged house maid was scrubbing the steps. She had worked for the Smythe-Winchesters for five years but Tamara was unaware of her name. She and Madeleine arrogantly walked through her work and through the great door as Azumah opened it for them. As the door closed the maid re-scrubbed the part which had been spoiled before.