‘Yes. We’re from Sussex’ Kirsten nodded, aware his horny stare was roaming between her face tits and legs. I don’t mind saying that despite my... earlier trepidation I was hard as hell.‘Pretty country for a pretty lady’. Eddy lit another cigarette. I was just a bystander. Events were out of my control. My wife pushed back her hair. The tension was unbearable. Biting her lip she rotated her wedding ring around her finger. I took a step back as he offered her a cigarette and she accepted. Kirsten. I swear I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks as she walked. I watched her walk and place the phone next to her ear and start talking. She was gone maybe 15 minutes. When she came back I asked if everything was OK and she sighed and said, ‘No Bud. Look I have to go. I have to leave now they want me to assist with an emergency operation. I’m glad I did take the call it’s a little girl who fell and we have to relieve the pressure in her head. Look I’m sorry I have to go.’ I said, ‘We can try. He checked in to the local Red Roof (this consulting gig wasn’t as high end as some he’d done) and headed for the bar with a few members of the executive team.That’s when he saw something that nearly gave him a heart attack. There, sitting at the bar, was Tiffany. There was no doubt about it. He’d looked at her pictures enough times, and her face was instantly recognizable. She was sitting at the bar dressed like a hooker.The men he was with noticed her first.“Hey,” said one, “would you get a. Despite her best efforts however, Alexis doesn’t draw blood. She spins Olivia around, throwing her into the bed and leaning over her “where do you keep your blade?” she asks demandingly, blood from her shoulders dripping onto Olivia’s sizeable breasts. “Th-there” she stutters through a moan, pointing to a set of drawers on the other side of the room. “When I’m back, you better have yours up” Alexis whispers, and leaves for the knife. Olivia lays on her back, unclasping her bra. Alexis returns,.