“Don’t you have something you need to be working on? I’m pretty sure I can find something, if you don’t…” She set the picture back on my d...esk and headed for the door. “Never mind, I can take a hint!” “Since when?” She just laughed. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at me. “I hope you realize what a lucky guy you are.” “I do, thank you. Now scat, I have to get ready for that 9:45 meeting.” I had about forty-five minutes before the scheduled meeting with Louis and a couple of buyers on a. Her hair is dark red, certainly not brown, and she has awesome green eyes, a few freckles on her face and arms—maybe also elsewhere, I caught myself wondering. Her lips, I thought, beg to be kissed, and I expect they have been, at least a few times. In today's world of flaunted cleavage, she wore a long-sleeved blouse, three buttons at top, only the top one undone. I thought the long sleeves this August day meant she might worry about being seen wearing a bandage on her arm after giving blood,. I used my house key to open the back door and tiptoed in the kitchen. I peeked through the door and saw that no fucking was going on. I then decided to take a chance and entered the room. Both my aunt and Stanley jumped up off the couch and looked at me very suprisingly. I saw that Stanley had a big dick, but it was as soft as putty. My aunt covered her pussy and I saw nothing which pissed me off! I said that i was sorry that i interupted and headed upstairs for my bedroom. After about. Because of that I began to think, not only were there degrees of sin with these clowns, but with the kind of investment they had in me, possibly the only death sentence was for being found out.Maybe the only way they were allowed to eliminate me was if I let myself get captured by the really bad guys. If the local cops got me for something minor, I could fake it long enough to get the farmer's field hands in to spring me, even if Jennifer couldn't.If that were the case, why hadn't they told me.