’ I began to sit up. ‘You’re back from the dead,’ Nan observed. The two women were still cuddled at the other end of the couch. Now that the a...cohol and lust had worn off, I found the situation weird. ‘You girls wore me out. I’ve got to get home.’ I began to search around for my clothes. I retrieved my shorts from under the coffee table. I found my pants in the corner and pulled them on. I was looking around for my socks when we all heard the key in the lock. Time stood still as Cass and Jill. I work as a stock research analyst for a medium size investment firm. I make an excellent salary which I dutifully bring home to Stephen and which is faithfully reported to Uncle Sam every April 15th. What my limp-dick husband doesn't know is that I make an equal amount, in cash, off the books, putting out on the job. I never cheated on him until recently, and it's all his fault.I fuck for Michael, the big boss, as well as for three of the married Vice Presidents, Paul, Nate and Sid. In. ”They began climbing up the trail. They were within a half-mile of the cabin when they heard distant gunfire.“That sounds like a pistol.” Tanya said.They listened as someone emptied their gun at something. They started running toward the cabin.A half-hour earlier...Béla awoke feeling relieved and refreshed. The last few days were receding into unpleasant memories. She reached across the bed to Jake. He wasn’t there. She opened her eyes. Maybe he was out getting firewood.“Jake,” she said,. Tasker on top of me, bucking, and Maddy in the doorway, watching. I felt used, sore, and drained, and I wanted more. My cell phone came to life, and I realized I was already sick of the ringtone I had downloaded just last week. With a groan, I clawed at the phone with one hand, managed to snag it, and flipped it open beside my ear. ‘Hey, Maddy,’ I said. ‘Hey there, sexy.’ Her voice was teasing, an undercurrent of sly humor in her tone. ‘What’s up?’ She snickered on the other line, and I.