It was going to be a long, hard chore to get to the end of this god-forsaken tunnel, but if there was anything that Frank Delarosa, even trapped insid...e the body of a little blonde monster, was not afraid of, it was hard work. Hard work had gotten him out of that gawdamn orphanage, through the Navy, through college and gotten him out of that junior salesman's berth in record time. With the right mixture of sweat and moxie, she could feather Angela's nest so pretty that Frankie would be grabbing. He brought out his tiny camera then, and slowly made his way to the back of the apartment. In the hallway, light came from under two doorways, one at the back – likely the bedroom – and one ahead and to the front of him. From inside, Bob could hear the sounds of a man taking a long piss. Probably a big night of drinking before he’d picked them up at the restaurant. The toilet flushed, and then the sounds of water running and someone lightly humming could be heard. It took a bit longer than. He told me, Mary will be coming home with our baby tomorrow, so we’d better get to bed early tonight. He took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. He milked my breasts, which felt good. Lately they had become painful if not milked regularly. The herbs and drugs he had supplied with had worked out well as far as me nursing was concerned. Then he made love to me and cuddled with me afterwards. At first I had been puzzled that for the past two weeks he hadn’t used me orally, but decided. She walked in the den wearing her short pleated tennis skirt and a white tank top. She was braless and her dark tanned nipples could easily be seen through the thin white cotton. She turned her back to me and when she bent over to fasten her sandals I could see her pussy was covered with a white thong. She turned and said I'll be late you don't have to wait up after all there's nothing you can do when I get home. I said do you want me to clean you? She said no, you've had all my pussy you are.