It takes another 10 minutes before my phone softly moans at me. It's from her but it's a picture of him. He's on a bed, I assume his. He's naked and r...sting his back against the head board. His massive cock is at full mast. It looks like it stops half way up his body. He's looking at me with a grin almost as big as his cock.'This is going to be fun' is her written message. Straight after my phone goes off again. It's from Bull. It's a series of pictures. They are taken from where I just saw. The day dragged like no other, even a co-worker asked me if there was anything wrong. Little did he realise the tension that had been building under my trousers and control top pantyhose all day. Finally 5.30 arrived and I scooted out of the office and into my car. Driving home, I stopped off at the store and made a few purchases. Arriving home I realised I still had about an hour before Elliot would arrive so I decided to jump in the shower. I showered all over making sure every square inch of. Gracie’s lips opened as she breathed out. Her breath foamed in the night air as it had turned cold. “Please, Michael. No.” She tried to tell him more but couldn’t. Her rosebud mouth mesmerized him and his fingers dipped into her blouse to touch and fondle the small erect nipple. She moved her head to the right to breath in the cold air. She could move away but she didn’t. She was a small little insect trapped in his web. Trapped in his spell. But the spell trapped him too. He watched her intake. That's when I heard the shower water stop.Shit, I thought. That meant that she was going to be out of the shower and maybe coming in here to scream at me and call me the degenerated rapist that I truly was.I listened, in the bed, hiding like a coward for a long time, as I heard the sound of the hairdryer for a while and then a very odd sound that was like my sister's voice only it couldn't have been her voice because she was singing. Humming a happy melody in the bathroom and then in the suite.