“Of course, of course,” said Stacey. The younger woman led her aunt toward the informal dinette near the kitchen. The two women settled into two c...airs at the table. Stacey suddenly looked stricken. “Oh my gosh,” she said, “where are my manners! Aunt Delia would you like something? Coffee, tea?” “Coffee if you have it made,” she said. “It’s the one addiction I still can plead guilty to.” Stacey smiled, and headed into the kitchen. She put together a new pot of coffee and came back to sit across. “They aren’t too tight are they?” She shook her head. “So what was your husband’s intention then once you were cuffed?” He asked her. She glanced down at his hand still resting on her thigh. She said nothing. What could she say to him? “I expect he intended to take advantage of you didn’t he?” He said as he moved his hand backwards again. She sighed as her skirt rose another few inches. She could feel the sexual tension now and it excited her. “That would be my intention anyway.” He said. Gen screamed out in pleasure as Jake began to pound harder and deeper, feeling his own release nearing Jake quickened his pace as Gen also started to breathe harder and faster. Again unable to hold back Gen began to shake as her orgasm started to take her over. Jake, feeling her sex tighten around his member shoved as deep as he could releasing a flooding blast deep in her washing her cervix with his seed. They both were out of breath as Jake looked deep into Gen's eyes; the absolute love he. Take the day. You had a big night." I know better, Brennan. Not in the mood to see someone get rapedbecause I didn't know to show up for work."He laughed. "Normally I would make your mom pull all your clientstonight - along with her own. But Joey filled me in on the hatchet workyou did. I'm impressed. You. Will. Comfort the widow tomorrow anddeliver the bad news. Got that?" I'll need some information." It's on your specs. See you Tuesday night, eight to four. Do you wantthe floor show or do you.