No one at the front desk and I always worked late hours. Business hours were held between 8 am and 8 pm but there were nights I would be there past te.... Now that my wife is gone it was almost pointless to rush to get home early. After cutting her clothing off I admired her body. She was a petite woman, looking at her you wouldn't think she was forty-one, just a year older than me. But her body looked amazing. Her breast still in place and her skin had not began to sag. She was all about being. "It depends on what they wanted, do they need their car fixed? Be more fucking specific Anthony." He says. "Well, what if they needed help stopping some sort of demons? What if they really need somewhere to stay?" I ask, a hint of annoyance in my voice. "Then, I would shut my door and smoke some weed. I'm not risking my ass just to save a whole 'nother universe. Not my job." He states simply. I nod, in false agreement. I head to the registers with a cart full of different things a cat-girl may. She became much more animated, asking me about my life, where I was from, what I did, etc. I was very vague of course, but obviously my answers were good enough for her. I found out that she was 23, studying nursing, working part-time at a used bookstore and, most importantly, very much into women. After a while of talking, I reached over, put my hand over hers & inquired, very softly if she would like to leave. She nodded, and we moved to exit the building quickly. On the way out, I noticed. Deb's tongue and fingers are working furiously on Britney's pussy and clit. The last inch of Taylor's cock disappears into Britney's bowels. He pulls out and slams into her again and again and again."Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck... Taylor's big cock is so deep in my ass. God it feels good. And our whore is licking my clit and fingering my pussy. Ohmygod... it's going to happen Jason... a big one... oh god... UUUNNNGGGHHHH..."Cunt juice literally squirts from Britney's pussy and splashes across.