There might be an inspector around to verify those records," I said."You don't trust me?" he asked."I'm alive today because I don't trust anyone compl...tely," I said. "I'll be dropping in now and then and parking over here where I can see the work being done. Just to make me feel better," I said.What I really planned to do was drive home and pick up the pedal trike. The motor trike I planned to leave in the storage building for a while. I could drive up one day and drive back the next. It would. Apparently, she was keeping tabs… but I wasn’t sure. I had a sneaking suspicion she was an assassin, proving her worth to Heaven. Not that she would be able. Saracheille was a perfect little Angel, after all; not a soldier. I winced as she came through the door; Angels gave off a white aura that blinded anyone with demonic energy. It was like living with a walking lamp that liked to yell at you. “Morning.” I grumbled, snatching my glasses from the kitchen counter. She glared at me, kicked off. "So, what do you have planned?" I ask. "Well, a lot of things." When he unlocks his door, he almost pushes me inside. At first, I wonder what's wrong, but then I see him taking off his shirt. I drop my handbag, placing my hands on his abs. He gasps a little as I grip his biceps, kissing him roughly. We head upstairs for his room, slamming the door shut behind us. I kick off my shoes, removing my top and skirt. As I'm doing this, I see him grow harder and harder. I smirk, unclasping my bra. As. I love you too,” the handsome government official said.“Wow,” exclaimed Stephane as Rodolfo collapsed on top of him.The pair of lovers fell asleep spooning. Three hours later, the alarm clock’s hissing pierced the silence. The colonel arose quickly and his stiff morning wood beckoned him to pluck his delicate flower of a pussyboi once more. He gyrated working his meat into Stephane. The tight anus resisted slightly, but the colonel pushed harder. His long fat dick popped inside and Stephane.