* I was up at five in the morning, cooked a little breakfast and prepared for the forty five minute drive to SR, where I was employed as an avionics e...gineer. I had had a fight with my wife that morning, so I didn’t even get my usual goodbye smooch before hitting the traffic. I had some heartburn when I woke up, but I ignored it because this was not an unusual occurrence. As I got into my truck, my arms started to ache. Further down the road, I started to feel really bad. I decided to stop by. Picked up my satchel and ran out.What the hell was wrong with me? Why the fuck had I stripped and then walked out into the shop? I must have walked quickly passed 3 or 4 shops before I slowed down. I needed a drink to calm me down.I crossed the road and went down Wardour Street and saw a little coffee house. I went in and got a Latte then went and sat down. The place was more practical than luxurious; wooden tables down each side with benches either side of the tables.I sat down and held my. I bit her nipples, first the one, then the other. I untied her hair and let it fall off, and even this dark lady had started looking sexy with her open hair. She was in her bra and petticoat, and I was still in my towel with a huge bulge protruding, obviously my dick saluting this Fucking maid that I had on my bed already. I gradually rolled her petticoat up and slid my right hand inside and moved it slowly up her thighs. Then I reached the bushy hair of her love hole and it seemed so wet. Helena dressed him and herself then opened the door. Seeing the goons Helena advised “Take your boss home, he does not know how to satisfy a lady.” and walked away. They took Franco back home in his car. He was too exhausted to say anything. They returned to Franco home. He got out of the car and went to his front door. He died on his door stop. It was reported as a heart attack.Helena returned to the supermarket and her basket was still sitting on the floor. She picked it up, finished shopping.