” Nicole smiled. “Would you like me to give her a call for you?” Suzanne smiled and moved back from the reception desk. “No. I’ll call her m...self.” She paused and shook her head. “Just strange. She should have submitted book three yesterday and I’ve not got any messages from her about it.” Suzanne paused and looked at her large hands. “And you would think after what we did to her to get the last book finished, that she would not want a repeat.” With that, Suzanne turned and headed back to her. Once again he sat beside her, calmly explaining his intentions with more clarity. ‘You’re a bit of a dark horse,’ he told her. ‘You are like a safe that is hard to crack. I wish you would tell me more about you, so I can understand you better.’ He was sincere. ‘You can trust me you know.’ ‘No. The less you know about me the better I feel. You forget why I live here far from home. I’m only following orders from the cops. Besides, you also have many spiders lurking in your corners too. I only. A young woman came in with long blonde hair, sparkling green clothes with a yellow jacket and a red purse. She wore tall black boots, long white gloves and a schizophrenic nightmare of a mask, covering the left side of her face. She wore a large cowgirl hat and expensive deep red shades. She sat upon a bar stool, facing my way but not at me. Her lips were bright red. "Can I help yah, miss?" I said, exaggerating my Italian accent in the off chance she had a thing for aging, fat, bald men."Ah,. She wasn't climaxing, just thinking. Then without warning she took my middle finger and plunged it deep into her pussy. Pulling it partway out she plunged it in again. She kept repeating the process."Cin, we shouldn't be doing this," I warned."Don't stop David, we're almost there," she begged. I decided I wanted more this time so I wasn't going to let her cum so quickly. I was finger fucking her on my own now, making her howl with pleasure but not cumming.I rolled her over onto her back, never.