She trusted him with her life she swore. He said it was, for her peace of mind, and she had to admit when she'd gotten scared on the cab ride over, an...d again when she'd tried the door to the apartment and found it unlocked, the thought of that note on her desk had quieted her fears.On a small table just inside the door was an envelope with her name on it in a firm masculine hand. She'd opened it, finding a black silk blindfold and a note. Her hand trembled as she read it, this was it, was she. “For coming to Munich and stopping me giving that to you,” she said, “I am so, so sorry.”“Don’t worry about that now,” I said, “have they fixed it?”“Yes, I had an injection at the doctor’s and I have to take antibiotic tablets for ten days.”Once we reached home, I waited in their living room while Cal went upstairs to shower and change.She came down after nearly half an hour, clean and dressed in her spare school uniform, carrying the dirty ones under her arm. She quickly put her dirties in the. Then, lifting her leg into the air he entered her. Jamie was quickly treated to watching Leon’s thick glistening cock resuming it’s pounding of his wife’s pussy, sideways and from behind. Leon looked into the camera with a face full of pleasure as he brought himself to the point of coming again before stopping once more. This time he lay on his back and pulled Helen on top of him. It was her turn now to do all the exhausting work. This time the camera moved behind them so that Jamie could watch. ‘My friend Fiona works at Briscoe and Partners.’ ‘Oh Fiona, now there’s a good fuck and a charming young woman. You’re safe Melissa. I only like them like Fiona, practically no meat on the bones. Give her one for me Melissa.’ ‘Mr Briscoe!’ ‘I meant a kiss darling. What are you working on — you look stumped?’ ‘This client is after greater market share. She’s asked us to pitch.’ ‘What’s the product?’ ‘Bras with colored metallic inserts.’ Tom rolled about laughing. ‘Mr Biscoe!’ ‘Call me Tom. God.