She swiped her ID card at the door, and it opened with a whoosh, the wooden paneling only decorative as the metal covering slid into the wall. Kofe du...ked inside, and he followed after her, the interior lights turning on automatically to illuminate a gigantic space.Miller was a little jealous, it was a huge studio apartment, open-plan with only the bathroom and bedroom hidden behind their own dividing walls as far as he could see. It was large enough to fit his own apartment inside it twice. "But I'm less interested in Superman and his motives than in how to get rid of this bitch. Pardon my French."Toopermann chuckled. "You think I don't use such language myself, Mr. Ungtjur. Yes, she is a bitch. She roughed up my sister this morning, in my very own house. But excuse me. I believe we interrupted Mr. Mozzarella and his thoughts on how to eliminate this 'bitch' of a problem." Yes," said Mozzarella. "Well, eliminating her permanently — killing her — is beyond the capabilities of my. I let my juice drip onto my hand, working the clit with my thumb and never missing a beat on his dick. ‘Open your eyes,’ I told him, my voice hoarse even to my own ears. Frank opened his eyes and watched as I gave him a hand job and myself a fingerfucking. His cock was like a rock and kept on making new drops, which I kept using as lube. After a few minutes of this, I took my sopping hand and brought it to his mouth. He licked and sucked greedily, obviously enjoying the taste. I stopped. I’m here to put a stop to it.’ ‘Oh, really. Have you discussed this with your father? After all, it was his idea, and as far as I know, it is still his money.’ ‘Don’t give me that, Keating. This is your perverted way of getting even with me for stealing your wife. Not that it took any effort.’ I bit down on the inside of my cheek, doing my level best not to explode at this asshole. ‘Trip, you may not know it, but you did me a favor taking Monica off my hands. I’ve done a lot better … light.