’ She sighed in relief, his words disarming most of her apprehensions. She doubted that crazed serial killers or rapists knew anything about ancient...Native carvings, and the man had nothing in common with the goons her ex tended to surround himself with. She was still nervous and worried, though — it was too much of a risk to trust anyone too quickly. She was, after all, a woman on the run. She felt a need to say something, to gauge his response so she would know how to proceed from there. They. I knew what she wanted to say. As I pushed back into her throat I told her, ‘Relax, slut. You’d better get used to this. It’s one of my favorite things.’ Pia released Beth’s clit and with saliva and pussy juice dripping from her chin she said, ‘He’s lying, girl. Everything is his favorite.’ She laughed and then slapped Beth’s swollen clit a couple of times before jamming two fingers into her soaked pussy. I’d back out of Beth’s mouth after every few thrusts to give her a chance to get a breath. Through the door I could see a hatless cat trying to do headstands against the hallway wall. She had her head on the floor and her bum sticking up in the air. As I watched, her black-stockinged legs kicked up and waved wildly in the air before crashing back onto the floor.“I thought you promised to knock before coming into my room,” I said grumpily.“I did knock, honey. I knocked several times but you didn’t answer. I could hear your phone ringing and you weren’t answering it so I thought I’d. He became a bit embarrassed that he was looking at some woman's clothing, and pissed that all of that work was for a bunch of women's clothes.He got back into bed, wondering about the woman who left the clothes in there. Was it intentional, because she thought this would be a good place to dump her current wardrobe and start over? Or did she figure some other woman would like some of the clothes and take them in an anonymous hand-me-down thing? Maybe she simply forgot them? These thoughts ran.