After calling her office, her next phone call was to the plumber. "Hello, Four Star Plumbing and Heating. How can I help you?" the receptionist answer...d. "My name is Angie Parker. I need a plumber to come unplug a drain. I don't know what happened, but my kitchen sink is plugged," Angie said. "Well we can definitely do that. What is your address, please?" "1246 E 24th Street." "Okay got it. And your phone?" "353-1299" "Thank you. Let's see, I can have a plumber over there tomorrow afternoon. Is. She swung her head around and beckoned me to come over and join her, so I made my way through the crowded bar towards her. When I managed to get close to her though the only place I could stand was right behind her at the bar. Although this wasn't the ideal position for conversation I did manage to stop the crowd from bumping into her. I bent over to ask her if I could buy her a drink when I got pushed forward by the large crowd. As I went forward my cock pressed against her ass and I could. ” “What’s with you and Brett?” “What do you mean?” “He’s been acting funny around you,” Sandy said. “So what? He wants me dead.” “I’m not sure he does.” When I got home, Red was waiting for me. And she had that look in her eye. I reminded her that I was injured, and she backed down, but only reluctantly. It felt like I barely had time for a nap before Sandy showed up. I pretended not to notice the way Red’s mouth watered when she took his coat. She was just full of kinks – a budding. “Exactly! The pleasure you took! That was the interesting news I heard, concerning you!” Lillith is grinning broadly, a formidable carnivorous display.“So, there’s no need to ask, if you liked it, is there, nephew? Obviously you enjoy defiling my poor helpless, unable to defend itself, cold, lifeless body. Next, you smuggled it here, intending to continue with, who knows, what despicable, low, perverse, degenerate sexual activities you have deviously imagined and planned. Don’t deny it, you.