“Max is that you?” I recognized the voice now.“Gene?” the words escaped my mouth, “What are you doing here?”Sure enough she came into view...soaking wet as well, a black apron over her white long sleeve shirt with ripped jeans that were probably a tight fit.“I work across the street,” she answered panting and pointing across the street to a small coffee shop that was still bursting with light. How did I miss that? “What are you doing out here this late at night?”“I could ask you the same. The remotes were in my pocket and at any moment I turned them on shooting sensations through her body. She begged to service me and offered to rub my bulging cock or even suck me. I told her in due time.I took restraints and applied them to her ankles and wrists and spread her in the living room standing up. She was tied to two hooks in the ceiling and two hooks on the floor. I proceeded to slap her tits and twist them until they turned red. I then took my hand and slap her gorgeous ass until. Grace brought her head up to kiss me, then reached round to nibble myear. "I didn't know about any of it, you idiot. Would I be on this tableif I had?"It was, I had to admit, a pretty good argument. A weight I had not evenrealised was there seemed to slip from my shoulders. I leaned down tokiss her again, this time more deeply. I still felt guilty - but at leastthere wasn't the spectre of betrayal as well.Lifting my tempo, I pounded her butt and was rewarded with several gasps.And then I was. ”“I had a ton of stuff to do,” he waved off her thanks. “Trying to put the business in order.”“So you’re selling the partnership.”“And the condo. Your mom wants me to settle down upstate. And I’m worried she might check out some divorced dad. Or maybe not even divorced,” he winked at Joe.“She’s a lovely woman,” Joe said.“Don’t I know it. Luckily Moe got most of her looks.”“I agree.”“Jeez,” said Moe.“What?” both males asked.“She’d never do that. But she does miss you.”“I know,” her father.