I’ll be waiting for you.”Jack got to the house around one o’clock. Unlike his last visit, there were no reporters trying to barge in and the pol...ice had moved on. Much like he had told her, without a motive or murderer to report on, the reporters had moved on to the next juicy scandal. Likewise, without a solution to the case, the detectives were moving it to the cold case file and moving on to newer crimes. Jack parked and walked up to the front door. It opened even before he could hit the. “So,” she continued quietly. “I’d rather see if we can work something out now, instead of you leaving me years down the road.”I again couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “But why would you even want to do that?” I asked quietly. “I can’t imagine that most women would want to…” My voice trailed off.She sighed heavily, her gaze focused out the window. “Because I feel addicted to you. And because I don’t want to lose you.” She paused, her tone shifting. “You’re right, most women wouldn’t put up. I know you don't understand all of this but it is the way it will be and we must accept it. You just don't understand how bad it could have been if he hadn't graciously agreed to buy us." Oh, they wouldn't have really done that to us," Catalyn said flippantly. "I know that horrible man said he would sell us as prostitutes but that was just to scare us. I am far too beautiful," she said running her fingers through her long coal black hair. It was dank, dirty and full of tangles now but Antal. He lets me get a good look. Even from here I can see it’s glistening with pre-cum.He makes a “come on over” gesture. I shake my head; after all, we don't know each other. Besides, I’m enjoying this. It’s like flirting, but naughtier. Instead, I pull my knickers off. That’s only fair. He deserves to see the neat dark triangle of pubic hair, trimmed short and tidy.He’s masturbating properly now, pulling on his hard dick. I rub my hand over my pubic mound, then down towards my pudenda. I can feel.