"Mr. Matt Williams," announced the secretary, closing the door behind her as she exited."Mr. Williams, I'm Betty Seaver." I'm pleased to meet you, but... a bit puzzled," he answered, shaking her hand."Oh?" Yes. The private detective, Mr. Drummond was a bit mysterious. All he would tell me was that you were looking for a particular type of person for a temporary job which would pay well. Other than that, I'm in the dark."Betty smiled, obviously amused. Drummond had been thorough, finding out even. Going back to the case in hand, Sylvia checked the calendar. Next weekend was free for her and Sam had one job but that could be re-arranged to one of the other girls. So that was fine so Elspeth and her divorced daughter, Sam’s only aunt were invited. Sylvia always felt sorry for Christine. It was true what her mother said that she was a wet rag who couldn’t decide anything for herself but whose fault was that. First her parents and then that bastard of a husband. It had taken her turning up. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in. Amanda lay her down onto the couch. She stripped and helped Steph take off her bottom half. Amanda went straight for Steph’s cunt with her tongue. Steph kept cumming. She was a writhing mess of orgasm. When she could think straight again Steph grabbed Amanda and brought her head up to her own. Steph kissed her with a passion so great that both women could think only of the pleasure they were seeking both for themselves and their partner. Steph slunk down and attacked Amanda’s pussy with her own.