I sat down.“I’m sorry to bother you but…I…You see my…”“Spit it out, honey. I haven’t got all day. Are you here for the job?”I looked... at the man and a hatred burned inside me. He was average size with black hair and a goatee. He was about 35 years old. I thought il try playing innocent first maybe that will work.“No, I’m not here for the job. You see my boyfriend…Well he owes you a lot of money and I just came to beg you not to hurt him. I’m sure we can get it if you just give us more time.”The. I put a few more beers in the fridge. Then there was a knock at the door. I saw Ana fly by the kitchen. She looked perfect, with her beautiful toned legs. The red schoolgirl skirt was now much shorter than I could remember. The white blouse was undone low and I saw the lacy black bra underneath. My old friend James let drop his jaws as he caught sight of my wife. She went up on tippy toes to hug him deeply and I could see her cheeks peeking out from under the skirt. He embraced her and planted. He was in there for about twenty minutes, then came out looking all ... you know ... satisfied.”“I’m sure you’re wrong, Lucy. My John wouldn’t do that.”“Oh, I understand how you feel and how you want to stand by your man and all. I thought I saw him there Thursday the week before but I wasn’t sure, so I didn’t say anything.”Marcy thought for a moment. She realized that Thursdays were when John went to town and to the feed store. He used to go on Tuesdays, but about six weeks ago he changed his. His thrusts were now in a rhythm, but just as violent."Say my name" she whispered in his ear."Carmelita" he responded. It was the first thing he had said since they started having sex."Louder" she pleaded."Carmelita!" he yelled."Do me Maxwell Schoonover, fuck me, oh!" she gasped. Now the rhythm picked up its pace. Shit, he's climaxing already."Tell me you love me" she whispered again. "What?" was his reply."I need to hear it. Oh ... to hear you say ... oh ... you love me. I'll fuck you all.