”“Get on your knees then.”She did as he asked and he positioned himself behind her. Squeezing her arse he readied himself at her entrance, he di...dn’t need her help to guide him in. The first few thrusts were slow, not quick enough for her, so she started to move herself backwards and forwards to meet him.This wasn’t acceptable to him, not yet anyway, so he held her hips steady with his hands and continued his initial pace. She went with it, he was hitting the right spot so she reached down to. Surely, after all this time, she would let him do that, wouldn't she? "Pet?" Her voice cut through the fog of his thoughts. "Yes, Miss Sofia?" "You'll be doing my breasts next. Make sure use plenty of oil; the skin there can be sensitive and I don't like it to be dry." "Of course, Miss." John's heart stuttered as he once again poured oil into his hands and warmed it. Once again, he had a sense of being tested, and so he began rubbing the oil into the sides of her breasts, reveling in the soft. "That's no problem. I can make it to Columbia tonight. It might be a little late. I can find a motel there." "You're sweet. Thanks. Really, thanks so much Peter." Then we began talking more earnestly and openly. She learned of my life, which had been much longer than hers, and all my travels. I didn't go into what I had been doing on my last two trips. We should have some secrets. But she learned of all the jobs I had done, and the service I performed for my country. Also about my writing,. A dull, rusty knife would be my preferred instrument.”My phone buzzed with a text from Haggarty: “Expect a phone call from a local lawyer this afternoon. His name is Andre Thibodeaux, and he knows where ALL the bodies are buried.”I showed Haley the text, and she grinned. Then HER phone buzzed with a text. She grinned again and showed it to me. It was from Cindy, and it said: “The dogs of war are loosed.”I said, “Haley, that phrase seems somehow familiar. Can’t remember the exact quote.”Haley.