He will never know I'm here," I proposed. "I guess that could work as long as you promise not to interrupt," she insisted. "I won't. And I could set u...p a webcam in the bedroom so I can keep an eye on you to make sure you're safe," I suggested. "To make sure I’m safe? You mean, to watch me getting fucked by another man," she scoffed. "If you want to watch me on video getting fucked, be my guest." "It's just to make sure you're safe!" I insisted, knowing full well I planned on not only watching. So damned good. I moan loudly as he starts to drive into me hard and fast, hitting my g-spot with every stroke. "Fuck, that's so good Mr. Callahan.” He grabs my hair, pulling my head back to lean on his shoulder as his other hand pushes down the cups of my bra and mauls my breasts. "You cunt is even better that I imagined slut. A perfect, tight, wet fuck hole for me to use and mark with my cum." "Yes please, Sir, mark me with your cum, empty yourself in my cunt." He grips my hair even. ” If any hope registered on his face, it was only the hope for a swift death that would spare him explaining conic sections one more time. “Well, have a good day.”“I will! Thanks. You, too.”That’s how it was: She was Jennifer to her colleagues, and Miss Knox to her students, and conversations dead-ended quickly into “have a good day.” There was still no-one in town who would make the leap to calling her Jenny. She liked it there, and the people were friendly and earnestly helpful, but they were. The girl has the same stocky build, the same slight colouration to her skin, the same black, curly hair – though her hair is not cut short but flows down her back in waves.I walk up to them and stop. Benito stops the endless stream of chatter from the girl with a wave of his hand.He turns his face toward me."Edward Richardson?" I'm here." Edward, I would like you to meet one of my children, Gianna. Gianna, this is Mr Edward Richardson."The girl jumps up from the bench and holds out a hand."How.