"Then Fiore." That's my little ball of fire." She sat up in bed and threw me a little kiss. "You were sweet."I smiled at her."What do you want to do t...oday?"I said firmly, "Nothing."Martha yawned. "He works for two years to get to New York and he wants to do nothing."I pointed a finger at her. "I want you to rest. I want to rest, too. You can't compress your whole life into one vacation, and I can always come back again. Vacations are for fun. Vacations are for enlightenment and for expanding. " I told her as we hung up. It was eight, o'clock in the morning and I knew I had to hurry and get out of the house because Dad always made us clean the house on Saturday mornings. Dad was up but he was in the bathroom and mom was making her bed so I ran up to the bathroom, took a quick shower, dressed in record time, hurried down the stairs and out the back door, "quietly".I began running and sweating a little so I slowed down to a fast walk all the while thinking how I was going to do it.. “Please can I cum master?” She cries as I continue to finger fuck her with one hand while the other holds her hands above her head.“Yes you can.” I tell her before I speed up my actions making her cry out and start to shake violently with her fourth orgasm.She loudly screams incoherently as she shakes violently and her body rises up off the sofa, I remove my fingers from her pussy and press down on her hips forcing her down onto the sofa and her orgasm intensifies to the point where I actually. I was never going to be arrested or ever see the inside of a courtroom concerning Wally-Boy or Steve Morrison's disappearances, or concerning Chesty's too, for that matter. No, like that murderous threesome, I would just quietly disappear to be never seen again, but after a prolonged period of rather unpleasant interrogation probably involving unhygienic rusty dental equipment.Thanks to the Miami-Dade police, and that fucktard Captain Roderick Baker, I was their prime suspect numero uno..