Was the old fool on the phone or just muttering to himself like usual? She sauntered down the marble floored hall her heel clicking as she went. She r...ached his office door and smiled planning on cock teasing him some more. Then she heard the delivery truck pull up at front of the house and stared out at the unexpected visitors. Suddenly there was hand around her mouth a sharp object at her neck!She wriggled but the Hawaiian man was strong the sharp object pressing at her jugular. “Be still. ‘What kind of hotel are you running here? I arrange with you for the provision of special room service and someone sends this whore to my room!’ The man was dragging a struggling woman behind him. She was dressed in the uniform of her profession, short skirt, tight top with a neckline that almost reached her waist, high heeled boots, fishnet stockings and a lot of makeup. ‘Look mister, I didn’t ask to be sent to your room. I’m an honest working girl just trying to make enough money to put my. "I love you, my sweet, beautiful, sexy man. How are you?" Fantastic now." Me too. Except I'm dying inside every minute I'm away from you." Is everything ready to go for tonight?" I asked with a grin she could probably see right through the phone.She sighed."My parents' flight leaves at 2:15. I want you to take the afternoon off with me so we can drive them to the airport. I don't drive so well downtown, but I wanted to see them off. Can you do that?" Of course." Then we should be home by the. ‘Father Horton, mmm, yesss,’ Emily murmured, lacing her fingers through his hair. ‘Andrew,’ he whispered against her heated skin. ‘Call me Andrew.’ ‘Andrew,’ she sighed the name. The spell was broken by the sound of the back door opening and slamming shut. Emily, a bright shade of red, and the priest, a pale shade of white, pushed away from one another just in time. Geoffrey rounded a large pikake bush in a dither, taking Father Horton away with no apologies, and leaving Emily aching for more.