Four hours a house." Here's a silly question, Phil. Why don't you leave?" Leave?" I mean it. Just walk out. What? Are you going to tell me she has pic...ures?So what? Let her blackmail you. You'll endure it. You're a man ofletters." It isn't the threat of blackmail," Phil said softly."Then what is it?" It's...it's me. I'm in too deep. This is hard to say, but this is what Iam, Tim. I am drawn to this life like a fly to a lightbulb. Even if I lefther, I'd find another Mistress soon enough. I can't. A little lie. Reluctantly he agreed after I promised to VPN to my office computer and work from Seattle.I couldn’t leave until after six because my neighbor was out of town and couldn’t take care of my cat. I had to arrange to take her to a kitty care kennel and as soon as she saw me bring out the cat carrier she took off and hid. It took nearly an hour before I could get her out from under the bed without getting my hands shredded. Rush hour out of Portland was its usual awful mess, but at. Hell, I wanted him to lie me down, spread my legs and stuff my cunt full of it.“Oh, God,” I groaned, the weight of him in my hand.“How about a kiss?” Dave asked. He pushed his fingers into the hair at the back of my head. “Before you get a face full of spunk,” he added.I worked at him as we kissed, with the head of that cock halfway along my forearm, excitement making my pussy even wetter.Someone lifted the chemise and breathed a sigh.“Fuck, yeah,” I heard.Lips kissed my left buttock, anonymous. When shefinished, she rinsed off, dried off and put on the hotel robe. Then shewent into the main room and dressed in a fresh pair of panties (pack ofthree) and the T- Shirt from before the shower.After that, Ben crawled under the covers and fell asleep as if she hadbeen sedated.Ben had a nightmare of wandering lost through a blasted ruined hellscapeof fire, soot ash, and death. Bodies were everywhere, and the stink ofcooked flesh hung in the air. This was not a movie for the ruins.