The predator, the stalker, the Knife.He had gotten there early, in the guise of helping set things up. He had worked beside the people who were being ...paid to take him out of the game. He had joked and smiled, been slapped on the back by a man that he wouldn't have pissed on if he had been on fire. He sympathized, he listened intently, he did the dirty jobs; the running, fetching and toting. He did it all and gloried in the fact that none of them knew.And then he listened to that fat ass of a. But how I wish I could tell everyone how wrong image they have of such a wonderful person. Just kidding sir. Can I come to your office right now? I wanted to know the target and I am dying to see you and I haven’t slept the whole night just thinking about you. Did you think about me sir?(Now I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d sex with my wife fantasizing about her.)Me: Puno you don’t come to my office so frequently because juniors don’t dare to come to my office so often and your. I hadn't seen her since.Now, I was sweating and looking forward to being done with this. My prissy girlfriend dislikes sweat. She has a long list of things that she dislikes. But I can take care of this one. The house is cool. It feels good. I retreat to the bathroom and strip out of my shorts and hop under the shower spray. I was scrubbing my hair when heard the shower curtain open. I didn't get alarmed, I didn't even jump. I took time to rinse the soap out of my eyes before looking at the. Her face was screwed up in pain but I had finally fit it in. I surveyed the situation for a moment. I was fucking my little girl. “Are you gonna fuck me or not?”, she asked grumpily. I obeyed and began to slowly thrust my hips back and forth. I was overcome by pleasure. Sex with my wife had never been this good. She usually just lay there and took it. This inspired me. As I continued to fuck, I grabbed my little girl’s throat and called her a slut. Her eyed grew in surprise and I began to fuck.