My hair was curled and it fell on my bare shoulders. My toes were painted purple. I touched up my makeup and took one last look in the mirror. I smile... and knew how sexy I looked. I went down the stairs to find my husband sitting at the bar in the kitchen, reading a magazine. I walked in and stood across the bar from him, on my tippy toes, leaning on the counter. He heard me and put the magazine down slowly. "Oh my god. Get over here, baby. I want to look at you more," he said smiling. I. I was going to knock her up! But first I needed to hear her scream some more. The Mariachi band playing on the radio, the candles dripping white wax onto the night stand, the screams of her beautiful mouth and the tight hole I was forcing my stick into was all coming together at once, I hit it harder and deeper with an unpredictable, broken pace of jabs she could not brace for. Each time, forcing her to scream but never did she utter the word stop. She was taking it all, all I had as hard and. . Well, they're either a bunch of perverts or, more likely, twitchers." Twitchers?" Sorry; bird watchers. We get a lot of them along the coast here. Looking for the latest rarity blown in from the North Sea. There's a hide further along The Drain." She pointed along the ditch that ran beside the cottage and on down to the coast. "They are probably off down there." Oh, right. Seems a bit late though. It will be dark in an hour or so." There's no accounting for twitchers," Krysta said. "If they. " Crudely put, but, yes. Many are susceptible to the charms of an attractive woman and I want to be able to provide exactly what they want." Are you saying all I have to do to double my salary is screw some of your clients?" You will give them whatever they want and, in return, I am prepared to reward you rather handsomely. Well?" When do I start?" smiled the secretary."As a matter of fact, you can begin tonight. Mr. Aziez, a gentlemen from the Middle East and a very lucrative prospect is.