At first I was in denial,trying to convince myself it couldn't be her. The more I looked the more I realized it was her, and the way she placed her to...gue under the head of his cock was very familiar to me. And with them being completely naked, the chance of it being more than just a blow job, struck me deep and i got angry. I got a few pictures of her from home and asked a few trusted friends what they thought, If it was the same lady? All answered it's either her, or an exact twin. A retired. I could see his face as he was being carried out. He was seething and after the number of beers that I’ve had, I didn’t give a fuck.Once they got Michael outside, I saw that they clipped the zip ties off him an walked him to the security gate. I heard his mouth the whole way to the gate.I didn’t notice but Jennifer had said something to John who was standing behind me at the entrance to the living room. I was really steamed about Michael. I taught him better than that. Clearly, his attitude is. Now I have never been an aggressive guy, as I am not much of a risk taker at all. But as we entered the house we were literally yanking to clothing off each other and we were naked before we ever got out of the living room. I don't recalled much of the house even then I wasn't paying it much attention other then the smell of what seemed to be apple pie all around. And there was a glow coming from a tropical fish tank that sat in one end of the room that gave me enough light as I began kissing. The only other people who came regularly were the cleaner and gardener both of whom were terrified of Erika since she threatened to sack them over trivial things (I did mention that she was a bitch).“Apparently he left you something and you need to be there to pick it up so stop arguing and get in the car,” she answered irritably while reapplying her lipstick. Intrigued though still reluctant I got in. The car journey wasn’t too bad, forty minutes of girl bands on the radio punctuated by the.