I’ll give you till the end of the weekend to get me her hiding place. After Sunday, I turn it over to my associates and make sure I cover my own ass... ‘Oh and, Zeek? I shouldn’t have to say this,’ he sneered, ‘but just so we’re clear. I better not sniff a d-tech. You hear me, asshole? No cops. I smell the Boys and I make the call that ruins your life.’ **** The last 24 hours had been stressful. He’d met with his family after he’d left O’Malley’s that night. An hour of talking had produced a. " I answered her. "You don't need to be so defensive, I won't get mad or anything like it. I'm just curious." I added."Are you sure about this? Are you really asking me to tell you about how was sex with one of my ex boyfriend?" She asked staring at me."Yes babe, and I wont get jealous or mad, I promise."I could see on her face that this was a conversation that she did not want to have, but as she always says that we should be able to talk about anything, there wasn't much that she could do to. She leaned forward so she could have leverage over me, to dominate me....use me like her fuck toy. She thrust her fat strap-on deeper and deeper up my butt, slaming into me with each thrust. Rubbing my dick up and down across the sheets of my bed. I could hear her panting, and felt her sweat drip across my back. I felt her body tension slowly rising, as she leans over still humping away at my asshole. "I love that you moved out of your mom's house, and closer to me." Her assfucking of me sped. "Okay, we can go," she said brightly, as though she were finished looking at an interesting specimen of iris. But her eyes had changed.They left the tower and walked this trail and that, pretending to still explore the gardens, but her lover noticed how she no longer lingered at novel plants and that she always led him northward. She tried to cover her new preoccupation, a valiant, losing effort. She couldn't keep her attention on what she was saying, and she started to lose her sentences half.