After all, she'd told Zeigler, Carmel is just another man. A damned fine-looking one, she'd added, and she was getting tired of the production assista...t anyway.Zeigler laughed softly to himself. Sometime today or tonight, Roger Carmel was going to end up fucking Kim Copeland -- and that called for a little celebration. Like fuck Roger Carmel's beautiful, naive little wife again. He reached for the phone-book to look up the Carmel number. Then he put the book aside and picked up the telephone.. She would stop, look at something, make a note, and continue. I strolled up near her and asked, "Are you evaluating the work of your staff?"She looked at me quizzically and asked, "Are you a guest, why do you ask?" I just noticed the way you were walking the grounds after the grounds keeping crew had been through. The way you were looking so critically and taking a few notes, I thought you might be their supervisor." That is very astute of you, Sir. You didn't answer my question though, are you. "Dot moved closer. She kissed me and said, "My legs went weak when Cal touched them."I smiled at Dot and guided her hand down to my renewed stiff cock.Dot smiled back. "Slowly this time," she said.I mounted Dot and slid into her. We had a sensual but still erotic time. When I came, Dot was sitting on my dick. She pulled my head to her breast, and I marked it just above her nipple.After Dot showered, I caught her looking in the mirror, touching her breast where my mark was. She looked at my. Looking at his sleeping form, my mouth started to drool. A sudden thought entered my mind, telling me that I must resist. It puzzled me, why must I resist? It was my right to eat anyone I wanted. Besides, he was the one trespassing into my area, so he was mine to do with as I wished.I lay on top of him on the couch. Nudging his lips with my own, I said, "Wakey wakey, my delicious meal. Wake up and let me eat you",Oh, that was wonderfully good. I hadn't had a meal this good since 80 years ago. I.