For ex military she thought this guy is one hell of a sloppy man. In her room at home though not the tidiest her mother would scream if she was to lea...e her room in this state.Julie had a similar encounter down on the floor, it appeared at least 3 days of laundry and the smell was unbearable. Julie opened the window for fresh air. Within 30 minutes they had tidied the shelves and the floor was now free from clutter. The clothes had been placed on the bed. Milly went downstairs to ask what they. While on my nightly jog, I ran into one of the prostitutes that I sometimes visited and only said Hi to her. Just wasn’t interested in that tired old baggy body.Then again, it’s not like the whole experience hadn’t left me in cold sweats at times. I updated my passport, though where would I go to? I worked from home, for myself, but I wasn’t rich enough to go buy a mansion on some tropical paradise somewhere without extradition.So it all pinned on the girls I had raped. Doesn’t matter whether. Ifeoma was biting her lip, breathing shallowly, but she had a look of almost grim determination on her face.“Please, Nnamdi, please…don’t stop.”“Ifeoma?” She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and suddenly he understood and felt like a total bastard for not realizing sooner. “Oh, honey, you’ve never done this before?”She looked at him pleadingly. “It’s okay, I’m okay, just do it, please…”Nnamdi felt himself wilting just a little, the urgency gone. “No, baby, not hurried like this.You deserve better. I. Almost a growl of satisfaction. I nearly lose my grip at the sharp crack outside. Sounds like a whip, and the high pitched 'O' in the distance grows louder, turning to a sustained moan, an imploring, desperate, needy quality to it. It's arousing beyond compare. Nothing like the far gentler previous time.The CRACK is repeated, over and over, each one jarring and making me shiver. Arousal grows, swells as more electricity arcs into the soup and I clutch firmly. I need to time it just.