"She fought through the pleasure at her core and focused instead on undoing my pants. Having worn no underwear, my erection sprang free as soon as she...unbuttoned me and pulled down my zipper."That's a good girl," I whispered. "Now get it wet."Her hand went to her lips and waited for her tongue to gather enough spit. She released it onto her fingers and reached for my cock, coating it with her saliva. Her little cunt was already wet enough to fuck, but I liked making her follow orders.I pulled. She caressed my hair with tenderness and lifted me, not, I think, wishing to prolong my agony. ‘Will you finish that which you so rudely interrupted?’ she asked me in a rather coquettish manner. I smiled, warmed by her gentleness and regard for my feelings. She kissed my mouth and for once I felt the led rather the leader. I responded warmly to her kiss and she disrobed me and herself, caressing my body, and pressing herself against me. I looked up into her eyes and saw genuine affection but. The accountant says, “Before we begin, I’ll need to ask you a few questions.” He gets her name, address etc. and then asks, “What’s your occupation?”“I’m a prostitute,” she says.The accountant is taken aback and says, “That’s too gross. Let’s try to re-phrase that.”The woman says, “OK, I’m a high-end call girl.”“No, that still won’t work. Need something more acceptable.”They both think for a minute; then the woman says, “I’m an elite poultry farmer.”The accountant asks, “What does poultry. If you are not here in ten minutes I will keepthe painting." The painting. Ken remembered he needed to avoid thisguy in order to save his life.Ken said, "I don't want the painting." And he immediately ended thecall. Ken had accomplished his first task, saving Beth's life, now hislife. But he didn't know what to do next. He did what was instinctualto him, he prayed, again. Ken prayed aloud, "God thank you for helpingme. I need the angel to come back, I need more guidance."In an instant, the.