My head is pressed against his shoulder as his arm crosses my throat and squeezes. Now he thrusts.?Oh, God, I’m—? On a ragged inhale I whimper the...words as my core clenches. He doesn’t let up, but pumps hard again and again, and I feel my legs frantically squeezing against their bonds as wetness sprays from my cunt. My mouth is open; as his cock picks up the wetness spread over my pussy he thrusts more smoothly and quickly and I’m turning my face into the crook of his arm and his skin is salty. “If we have to cover Mr. Johnson, I want a say in how he is dressed.”My taste in suits is basic – no banana hammocks, but when I told her to look in a bottom drawer, Jill pulled out a pair of black board shorts and smiled. She knelt down on the floor and waved me to her with one finger.I stepped into the shorts. As she pulled them up, Jill engulfed my cock with her mouth again. She let go and smiled.“Goodbye for now,” she said before letting the elastic band snap against my stomach.The sun. Her hands were folded neatly on top of her chest, as if she were waiting for her galliant knight to come and kiss her awake. Dropping to his knees beside her, he lowered his head into prayer. He wasn’t a religious man, but he did believe in God, and he did believe in Heaven. If it took his prayers the rest of his life, he would get to Heaven and to Regan. She would wait for him. She said she would wait all eternity for him. And he believed her. He only hoped he didn’t have to wait that long. . It was a Saturday, so she was not going to work and did not really have any plans for the day. Breakfast was quick, just coffee and a bagel. Then she went out and sat in the sun on her deck, still trying to figure out what to do with a whole day, a whole life even, to herself. The telephone rang inside the house. Michelle thought about not answering but, after a couple rings, she decided it could be Jacob or someone else of importance. Sprinting into the house, she grabbed the handset. “Hello?”.