Swallowing, I leaned over the table. “Um, Lizzie knows about us.”“Oh?” Mom said, her eyes widening. “You mean...?”“She caught us last ni...ht.” I leaned back in the chair. “Why don't I close the door? I was so caught up with you and...” I sighed.“What is she going to do?” Mom asked, her voice tight. She licked her lips, her features paling. She leaned down, her black hair slipping off her shoulders and spilling down the front of her housecoat.“She wants to have a threesome with us at her parents'. My wife handed me the remote for the butterfly and I dialed up just enough to hear her start moaning. She pushed me down onto the couch and stared to taste the flow of precum. The taste made her take all of me down her throat for a moment. We where both turning each other on. I happen to see the young tenant staring at us and I waved for him to come over and watch. He moved behind my wife and had a great view of her with no panties, while her pussy was dripping freely down her legs. I dialed up. And your normal social life, but that doesn’t so much bother you. The work is meaningful. Every day you thank whatever dark gods might be real you didn’t end up one of those child-scaring boogiemen parents use to get kids to brush their teeth. It sounds positively miserable. Killing and devouring murderers, rapists, extortionists, the darkest dregs of society, all of whom will never be caught without you … it’s fulfilling work. And it’s the only way you can eat, so there’s that.You nearly jump. "They're back there now, waiting for you. I just want to tell you, good luck, girl, and that if I can get away I'll try to get back there - you know - for moral support!" "Thanks, sweetie," I said., licking my lips nervously, "I'm gonna need it." I swiped the card at the door and I heard the click. I opened the door and walked into the dimly lit arcade. Micheal came up to me. "You look fuckin' beautiful, bitch," he said. "I've got everybody ready in the back booth in the corner. Come on." He.