The payment for life is always life. Despite what you must do, I thank you for the nine years of your love that you have given me."Estevan grimaced r...emembering those words. He had not loved her. She only thought he loved her because he had acted like he loved her. But it was, after all, an act. Love requires that you truly, faithfully and sincerely put the one you love above everything else in your life. As the old joke goes, "Once you can fake that, you have it made." Estevan could. She kept that stare held my cock in her hand and licked off the pre cum with her tongue circling head of my dick. She never liked giving blowjob before that why I was surprised she did it without asking. What came next was a big turn on and I would have cum right there.She was looking me in the eye and with a slutty smile asked me what you want me to do? I was like whatever you want but she replied I know exactly what you want but I want to hear you say it. So I said it give me deep throat. It says "Report on Secret Agent Anna Smith" on the front page. He opens the dossier with a stern look on his face. The first page contains a set of photographs taken with a telescopic lens.A stunningly beautiful blonde woman is stretched out on the sun deck of a luxury yacht. The first thing he notices is her amazing body, tall and slim with long legs and an expansive bosom well exposed by a skimpy white bikini. He can't see her face because her head is turned to a middle aged fat bald man. That’s the normal situation in the book trade. The responsibility of the DE is to turn whatever incoherent shit I give them into a product that is not too publicly embarrassing.You interact in virtual space with your DE. The DE for my first two books was a woman. I never met her. For all I knew she could have been a 300-pound behemoth, or hotter than Scarlett Johansson. In fact, she might have actually been a guy literary catfishing me. All I knew was that she could catch mistakes that no human.