We just don't do that," she said, looking about the room suspiciously.She marched to the phone on the bedside table and picked it up. She scrolled wha...t I assumed was the number memory and pushed a button."Hello, this is Georgette Fulton. I'd like to report a break-in. It's at the Fulton lodge on Mountain Edge Road, number six.(pause)Yes, I'm there now with a guest.(pause)"Yes, the alarm was set when I arrived, but someone must have bypassed it."(pause)"When?"(pause)"Yes, we'll be here. Thank. The fidgeting gave himaway.I followed him to the kitchen, startling him. "You don't have to help,"he said earnestly. "Why don't you wait in the living room and I'll getyou your tea?"I brushed aside his protests. "Nonsense. I'll give you a hand. Or atleast give you some company." He shrugged and started doing his work. Heseemed natural in the kitchen. Working smoothly, neatly. The only soundbeing the jingle of his bangles or anklets."So, what does your husband do," I asked.There was a sharp. She tapped on my stomach but I pushed hard down her throat.Shhhhh bitch you wanted to taste it remember I said looking down to her.She started to struggle some then I wrapped my hands in her hair.I skull fucked her hard, she was drooling all over herself.It was so fucking sexy, her eyes bulged as my cock fucked her mouthI kept pushing and pulling her head as I thrust deep in her throat.She gagged a few times so I pulled my cock out of her mouth.I smeared my cock all over her face and slapped. Maybe resembling some pornstars or an actress he’d thought. Clicking onto a media browser and searching his favorite models.Visiting one of his go to nude model websites, {he} searches through the image gallery. “Owh! I like her.” Jack points out openly again. A little to comfortable that he’s alone.The girl goes by the name Calypso Muse according to playboy. Indeed she would make perfect eye candy as a co-worker. With a deep though, Jack wishes she’d take the place of one of his original.