I reassured her, “I’m fine.” Then I smiled at her, “I get you the rest of the night!”I remembered something she’d said before she called. ...“You said you had something you wanted to do this afternoon?”“A little surprise, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Let’s finish eating and go for a ride.”I was more than a little perplexed but we did as she suggested and finished our meal. After breakfast, we jumped in my Corolla and she directed me to Renton, still not telling me where we were. Married for all of 6 years she was the assistant Chef in the restaurant we both worked at, or rather had both worked at. The owner was a pudgy trust fund baby who liked to watch cooking shows and figured he would open and run a restaurant. In reality he could not run up a flight of stairs, let alone a restaurant.Mary in all truth was the heart of the kitchen. She had always wanted to be a big time Chef. Mary had worked her way up through a series of eating establishments working in the Industry. "I told you that I'd get it!" she said.She worked her mouth back down my cock, even managing to stick her tongue out and lick my balls while my cock was buried in her throat. She started swallowing and moving just slightly up and down. I grabbed her head and shoved it all the way down and came right into her throat. She coughed a little as she pulled out. "I didn't get to taste any!" she said with a pout."But I enjoyed knowing that I was blasting my cum directly into your stomach," I told. Only once, he learned to be more careful after that. There had been large quantities of cocaine at that particular party, and the Hendersons made it extremely clear to him that if the men who brought that cocaine had seen him peering out his bedroom window they would have killed him on the spot. Now he was more careful. He set up a high powered camera in the window and aimed it to get a good view of the entire yard in the shot. The image recorded to his computer and he could forward it from.