“Damn he really stretched you out, didn’t he bitch.” My wife exclaimed as she must have been rubbing Jessica’s pussy up and down, because Jess...ica started moaning as she taking my cock into her mouth. “Holy shit Brian how much did you cum inside her? She’s still leaking your cum out.” My wife said as she looked at me. I could only smile at my wife as she lowered her head down behind Jessica. I released Jessica’s head to give her a break for a bit as I heard her yelp a bit. My wife ran. I took the plastic bag I had brought into the mini kitchen, and took out cans of beans, tomatoes, and tuna, a package of eggs, a bottle of milk, different types of bread, a box of pasta, and a ham wrapped in paper. While you made a fire, I worked my magic in the kitchen. When the room was warm, and the smell of burning wood blended with that of tomatoes and spices, you went around the room, taking something out of a plastic bag of your own, placing out things. As I poured the Carbonara pasta. ...- A new statue? I don't remember that....Catherine had to show the object to Maubert, who pouted.- It must have been Monique who put that... thing there. Wait, I'll check the card.The man went to the back shop and came back a few seconds later, with a piece of card in his hand. Catherine was always surprised by the archaism of the antique dealer by not having a digital filing system, but this contributed to the charm of the shop, she thought.- Let's see, he said, putting on glasses. I must. He was definitely getting to her, she was scared.The next day Dan called her on her house phone, "I'm watching your house. Get in your car immediately and start driving. I'll call you and let you know what to do."He hung up the phone with a big smile in his face. He was lying on the bed in a different motel room. He would drive her around for a little while before he had her come to the motel. This would be his last meeting with her. If he kept meeting her it would only be a matter of time.