Then as I look through the crack in the living room door I see your fingers deep in your wet pussy.....this was too much I couldn't keep still or conc...ntrate I accidentally pushed the door and you saw me. At this point I thought shit now I've caught you and stopped your rhythm you won't want to carry it on how wrong was I! you tell me to come in and shut the door I finally take my coat off and shoes and you take my hand and put in on your Clit as you ask me "how wet am i" to which I. All of it served to heighten the senses as he electrified me. For now I was his slave, his toy, and in pretend, his wife. The cool metal of the necklace and charm had warmed by my body heat, and the dangling charm began to stick to one side of my cleavage, the perspiration leaking from my pores adhering the shiny words to my skin.I was able to turn my body, fully able to face him and not break the languid surrender of that kiss, the tip of my tongue wiggling against his as his thick, dark. I was unchanging when I heard a knock at the door... I quickly wrapped my towel around me and opened the door just a crack so no one could see me...I thought it was someone who worked there, but to my surprise it was her. She asked me quietly if she could have my number. I told her the cameras will see you at the mens changeroom so she said, "can I come in quickly?"... of course I said yes.. there's no way I'm passing up this opportunity. She came in quickly, it was now 2:30am roughly. No one. .. not at all. That house ... that money ... was HIS. Years of successful evasion and more than a little bribery convinced him that he could ... and would ... get away with murder."What the fuck?" The lights in the apartment went out.Almost in sync with John, the man in black asked, "What the fuck is that?"Andrea smiled a smile that had him looking over his shoulder. "I'm an Historian ... I have a Doctorate in Military History. The American Revolution was won by snipers ... the War of 1812 was.