”“I see, Mr. Washington. Could you state your business, please?”“I am here to serve Mr. Westbrook with papers. It is a private matter and I ch...se to do it here rather than at his private residence.”Mrs. Carling’s eyes narrowed. “You can leave those papers with me, Mr. Washington.”“Yet I need Mr. Westbrook to sign this receipt in person,” Jerome answered unperturbed.“I see. Can you wait for a minute or two? I am sure Mr. Westbrook can sign the receipt. May I have those papers?”Jerome nodded and. It's a lot easier to get hot thinking about screwing your boss when your husband gets hotter than you do about it. Sex with my husband was especially good that night. I'm sure we were both thinking about my new boss the whole time. I know I was!!!By the time Monday arrived, we were both nervous wrecks. My husband helped me pick out a sexy outfit that emphasized my impressive ass, as well as my equally large breasts. With my voyeuristic, fully arroused husband feeling me up and talking about it. She opened her mouth wide and I knew she had an intense orgasm…After she had recovered from her first orgasm she stood up straight and turned to face Brad. He stood and quickly undid his belt and trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor. I could see his hard black dick; it was a good ten inches long and as thick as Anita's wrist. He reached for my wife, who was now on her knees and the lucky bastard held her on either side of her face, as he fed his cock head to her wet open mouth.Ana tried. He was a serial killer now. He had to get to Ben. Ben had to fix him.Having consumed what little meat was on the lady’s old bones, Cameron was able to turn his head away and he felt himself gain more control over his body. He started to feel full again and he felt his body start to relax, start to transform back to human. He no longer felt pain during his transformations, just the dull ache of his bones stretching and compressing.Cameron hid in the shadow of a fire escape, waiting to return to.