“God, just seeing you coming toward me turned me on.”“You would rather make love to me than a movie star?” Hailey asked, her blue eyes boring ...nto his.“I would rather sit and watch you floss your teeth than make love to her,” Phil told her.“I have had this urge to blow you since I talked to you last night,” Hailey said. “You’ve just pushed me too far.”She dropped to her knees, dragging her breasts down Phil’s body.“I smell awful,” Phil protested.“I don’t care,” Hailey said as she jerked his. I got out of bed and realised I was still wearing the panties Stephanie had given me last night. “I wonder if my own clothes are ready” I enquired.“Oh damn I forgot to take them out of the washer and put in the dryer last night, I’ll do it now”. Stephanie said as she left the bedroom. I went into the bathroom found the shower cap it was pink and had little printed flowers all over it. I pulled it on and stepped out of the panties, got in the shower and washed myself, after a while I felt a. After about five minutes of driving, he broke the silence. "I know a great spot, it’s right up here." Oh, okay..." I stammered, still looking down. He lit another cigarette.He turned into a dirt road, and after a couple minutes, we came upon a little dock area for dropping boats in the water. He parked the jeep beside a small shack."Don't worry,” he told me. “No one comes down around here this time of day." Um cool... yes, it’s a good spot," I said, not entirely sure what it was a good spot. I married Gerrard because he made me laugh, and he was hot as fuck.He came into the Gallery in Eglington in London, where I was finishing my time working for none other than Joseph Tindall, before opening my own gallery on his retirement.Gerrard, I knew immediately, was a boy about town, with his dapper suit, his chiselled looks, his fuck me smile, and money to burn.Daddy left him a fortune; offshore, and safe; from what form of endeavour is anyone’s guess.Mommy ensured the money stayed thereby.