I leaned in, lowered my head, and said, “I didn’t apologize.” I felt her tense up in my hands and heard her mutter an “oh god” as I tighten...ed my grip, and turned her to face the kitchen island. I had taken my left hand and grabbed her hair and pushed her head down over the sink. My right hand found a hole in her shirt and pulled. The tearing sound, along with my force, caused a shiver to go through her body. I could feel it due to me pressing up against her at the same time spreading her. I hopped out quick and grabbed one of her bags from her, and opened the doors for her. I threw both bags into the back, shut the door to the back, let her in the front, and closed her door. When I did, she smiled through the window. The walk around the car took forever. I was so fucking scared. Dont mess this up Tom. Dont fuck this up Tom. Dont fuck it up Tom. Tom, you fucker. I opened the front door, sat in the seat, and closed the door, clicking the seatbelt. Do you smoke cigs? Tom, you. While I wasn't going to cum this way, it felt nice, and I let him do this for as long as he wanted, which was awhile.Then he sat back on the couch, and I kneeled between his legs again and we started kissing and hugging and gently stroking. Knowing it was getting to be that time I told him to lay back, and I sat cross-legged between his feet and slipped my lips onto his cock and began to suck gently - not moving up and down the shaft, I concentrated on his cockhead, a little suction and major. ‘Wow!’ he said, ‘I’m finally going to get one over on you. Your former TCPD dog-killer, Brett Bryce.’ ‘No, I did not know that.’ I said. ‘But it makes a lot of sense.’ ‘How so?’ asked Muscone. ‘Your Consultant finding a new place for his minion?’ ‘Yes, that.’ I said. ‘But also some other stuff.’ I pointed at the light fixture, suggesting that we were possibly being listened in upon. Cindy nodded, but Jack look confused until she wrote a note to him on her pad that said ‘we might be bugged’..