. I mean as your lover." Mal asked as if he really expected a truthful answer."Mal, you dummy." she thought "he really does deserve this." "Well Malco...lm, to tell you the truth, you're really not my type. I usually prefer my lovers to be married because it makes everything less messy. But ... I forgot! You are married! Or you are according to that little piece of trash that suckered you twice, left you naked and sunburnt and nearly got us all killed. What was her name, Saffron, Yolanda, .... He merely paced back and forth hundreds of times waiting in agony for the start of the meeting.The custodian’s residence was nearby. He jumped into a white, curtained Mercedes, his bodyguards in the front and himself in the rear, slapping the notepad against his thigh, the red liquid still fresh in his mouth.At the entrance of the residence he confronted two military men, rifles at their sides. They checked his features and determined after a tireless review of documents and identifications. ”Abby rushed to her room, pulled open drawers and selected her favourite black silk bra and panties. She pulled on a pair of black hold-ups too. Then, almost as an afterthought, she slipped on a pair of black heels. Settled in front of the computer, she sent her reply.Just after she sent the description of what she was wearing, the doorbell rang. Her present, Abby suddenly remembered.“Answer the door dressed like that.” The order from her Mistress was instantaneous.Abby blushed. “Yes, Miss.”She. Her pussy was pressed right up against my thigh, as I leaned back in the chair I could make out her soft pussy lips spread apart as she slowly grinded her cunt on me, I could hear her breathing get heavier and I looked up to see her bite her sexy bottom lip hard and rough. I placed my warm hands on her lower back and she instantly let out a soft, quiet moan. I helped her grind her pussy against me, pushing her forward and pulling her back again, each time trying to bring her closer to my now.