I'm Stan Copely." Oh, Mr. Copely, how nice to meet you. My daughter will be with you shortly. She's just finishing up with another client."I sat in on... of the chairs by the entrance and picked up a magazine. I wasn't paying much attention to it though. I was busy watching Teresa. She was in her forties, I guessed. Not much older than me, if at all. She had an elegance about her that I found irresistible. Perhaps that was how I connected her with Katy Jurado. Her presence was just like the. I squinted as it walked closer and gasped when he came into focus. It was a very big man. With each step, I was able to make a more detailed shape of his body. I licked my lips as the water fell off his body. Whoever this man was, he was built nicely. He had beautifully defined shoulders and arms. His chest looked solid and his abs looked solid There was a dark trail of hair that lead down to… I involuntarily squeaked, accidentally biting my tongue. This man walking towards our beach was. Sandy was clearly very experienced at fellatio; her lips and tongue adept at working a cock. She had me in so far that the head must have been in her throat. I moaned, “Fuck, you know how to suck a cock, Sandy.” She kept going, edging me close to climax but then backing off before I could explode into her throat. I could just see that she had a hand in her panties, playing with herself as she sucked me. When it was clear that I wasn’t going to last much longer, Sandy got up and turned around. The door bell chimed once more and I looked to see who it was. At first I couldn’t make out the dark shadow that stood there by the entrance, not till I picked up the candle stand and held it before my face. Behind me, the shower of rain was turning into a torrential downpour with thunder crackling every now and then. It was a hooded figure and the first thought that came to my head was that whoever it was standing there in a black hood was someone’s idea of a crazy joke. Then I looked closely.