”“Si. That was Jeanne Carpentier, La Contessa’s personal maid. She is no suspect. It was an honest, if conveniently-timed accident that hindered...his plan more than anything.”“Ah, Oui. You just had to say that she was French, Old Man. Oui, the crowd around him turns to see; bumping and jostling occurs. If our man had a physical weakness on his right side, as you suggest, he may have been unable to hold onto the vial. Now, like any good customer service, I must ask you the obvious question,. As tired as I was I found it hard to fall asleep thinking of who was in bed just 20 feet away. I had to wank off as quietly as I could to relieve the tension so I could finally nod off. The next morning I could hear Rose Ann moving around her bedroom as I left my room to piss and shower. Rose Ann's door was open and her dresser's mirror was in full view. Rose Ann's unclothed reflection in the mirror was also in view as she lifted one foot to slip her panties on. The body I'd only seen in skimpy. I rubbed the sensitive underside of the tip of my cock against the inside of her pussy while I jerked. Hailey did everything she could to keep her breathing under control. The biggest surprise came when I was able to put myself over the edge and started to cum inside her pussy. "Fuck!" Hailey yelled and looked back at me with her eyes wide open. I was blasting hot cum inside her as Danielle looked over surprised. "I shouldn't have gone that way..." Hailey tried to play it off, her voice. He was handsome and had such sexy lips. The way he pulled them into that slight smirk was my weakness. I thought about what it would feel like to kiss him. I bet that he smelled good and was very good with his hands. Those artful, skilled hands had to be good at other things too. I pictured them touching me as I laid on the couch. His hands would have small bits of paint on them, maybe even rubbing on to my skin as he touched over me. His fingers exploring in ways that his eyes couldn’t. His.