" Jill, it's after midnight. You'll see him in the morning. Why don't you just tell him in person?" You're right. I'm just so excited."She was resting... her face on my chest, her right arm wrapped around me. She scooted up and gave me a kiss. Soft and gentle and full of feeling.I reached up and took a breast in my hand, manipulating it, feeling the nipple expand. I gave its twin similar treatment. I slid my hand down and toyed with her belly button, making her giggle. I started to move further. He kissed me back, and then kissed myneck, almost making my knees buckle, as for some reason when he kissedmy neck it drove me mad with lust, and he knew it. He then cupped mybreasts through my dress and I pulled my body into his, loving how hemade me feel physically yet hating how I felt mentally. I took his handand let him to the kitchen where we ate the dinner I prepared and madesmall talk about our days, I talked about my time at the salon, butleft out the meeting with his real wife, while. Video technologies? Is that what they call it now? I could smile nowabout that exchange. As if I didn't know that 'video technologies' wasthe same as funding 'porn'.Brad told me that Dornshire lived in Huntington Beach, CA, and usuallycame to town every couple months. He also said that Kristal andDornshire left the casino together about 11:30 PM and that was the lasttime they had seen the two of them. He went on to say that he and Rachelhad arrived at the condo around 12:15 AM and the doorman. I liked to watch. I also liked to hold her head, controlling the action as my hips pumped into her talented mouth. A strange sound. My head snapped up. Standing in the doorway was the store manager, Ms Webster. Not Miss Webster or Mrs Webster…it was Ms Webster a hard edged, no nonsense businesswoman. She was about the same age as my mother, but there was nothing warm or motherly about her. Her clothes were always sharp, her makeup and hair perfect..