' He pours himself a large Hennessy and collapses into his plush leather sofa. He is about to switch on the gigantic plasma TV when he hears a strange... sound, it sounds like feet shuffling. Listen again. Whispering? He stands up suddenly from the sofa, eyes wide open. Tracey appears from behind him, he hasn't seen her yet. She is dressed in a pale pink silk robe and delicate lace bra and panties. There is a chill in the room. With the anticipation from earlier and the sheer thrill of this, her. She was in the middle of, as usual, getting banged by Jacob and ignored it. Another call, still fucking, still ignoring it. A third call five minutes later and by then, she had cum and Jacob had just given her an internal cum bath himself. She got up, showered and decided she should look to see who was so insistent about calling her. It was an international number and at first she assumed it was a bot, but then noticed the messages. It was from someone saying they were from a hospital in. She was well paid but felt that she was worth more, but then what employee doesn't think they are worth more than the boss is willing to pay them.She was single at thirty two years of age, her sometimes boyfriend, Bill Allen, was a sales representative for a large pharmaceutical company. He was gone at least four days a week, but that was fine with Sandra; she was not really in love with him but just waiting until someone better came along. The problem was no one was really out there to come. ..slut, slut.slut, slut, slut, slut,slut...............!" he/she thought over and over and he/she did notwish to endure any more of these wicked thoughts, so he/she pushedhimself/herself into unconsciousness in order to stave off the lustfilled feelings of her female form.Harley, rolled onto her side and pulled her exhausted little sister intoa deep spoon, gently caressing Mockie's body while whispering into hersis' pierced ear, the J diamond lettered golden ring shining brilliantlyagainst MB's.