" Easy, I blackmailed the whore." You blackmailed your own mother?" The bitch deserved it. She has been a witch to me ever since I turned thirteen and...I saw a chance to get back at her and I took it." How in the hell could you blackmail her?" She got drunk one night and was too drunk to drive and so she let some guy drive her home. He helped her into the house and then he fucked her. She was out of it the first two times and then she really got into it and by the time he left in the morning she. ‘If you ever want to talk – about your husband, or.. anything – I’m here. And, hey, I might even have some insight into the male pysche.’ I laughed as I delivered the last part of this, trying to lighten it up a little. ‘Thanks.’ She smiled. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’ With that she walked away, leaving my heart racing. I made my copies and returned to my desk, a little dejected. I wasn’t sure if she had taken me seriously and if she meant she really would keep it in mind. Fortunately, I got my. "Then how about I check..." I smiled and slide my hand between her legs. She inhaled sharply as I rubbed her pussy lips and pulled my hand away, looking at my fingers. "I guess I am a little wet." She giggled and blushed, placing the book on the nightstand. I smiled back at her as I moved from under her and laid beside her. I pressed my lips to hers without warning, my hand back between her thighs, rubbing her pussy lips. We kissed deeply, I licked the bottom of her lip and she opened her mouth. ” She caught Tamara’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “There’s water in the bag at your feet.”Tamara’s bladder strained, “No, thanks ... I’m floating back here...”“You’ll have a moment for that shortly. We’re not going far.”“How are you getting us to Genoa?” Hannigan asked, “I doubt the way is clear for us to go direct right now...”Petra guffawed, “Hardly clear that way, this is true. We’re heading to Ladispoli. You’re going by boat.”“I owe you another one, Petra,” Hannigan muttered just loud.