And she did. I lasted all of about a minute before I came in her mouth. She swallowed it all, like a pro. She asked me what time my dad would be home ...nd I told her it wouldn't be until after midnight. She said "let's go upstairs" and we snuck up the back steps into my unit. As soon as we got into the unit she dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick again. I took baby steps backwards towards my bedroom while she kept sucking my dick, walking on her knees. I got to the dining room table. But once I finished, I started casually clicking around, finding a treasure trove of memories. There were pictures of all of us, different plays and short stories I’d written, memes and inside jokes, enough of a virtual claptrap of nostalgia to satisfy me for weeks...I don’t even know what anything was labeled. Madison had the tendency of naming her files based on whatever feeling she currently wanted to express. So documents titled Fuck Me Or Ms. K Takes It Up the Ass were actually old. " Right. I remember." How about after lunch on Friday?" Sure. Lots of paper?" Only three for chick peas; nearly a dozen post-docs." Okay. I'll call you Friday morning." I put down the phone, picked up the box and a copy of the new CSIRO book on Australian moths and went next door."He wants to go over the resumes for the two jobs that were advertised. Block out Friday after 11:30." Don't forget you've a 10 o'clock dental appointment." Right. I was trying to forget it. Anyway, I'll be in tomorrow. " She sighed to herself, 'If only that had been true'. Her husband made his money from women. Recruiting them into his slave trade as she called it. Lending them out to men for an evening in return for their money. She wasn't impressed. Oh, she had been lucky to start with as he hadn't wanted her soiled but then as their marriage progressed; he had grown tired of her. When her father finally died, he became even worse. He used her to control the other girls but what made her feel really bad was.