I winced, then nodded and promised to be gentle. I again knelt between her knees. I pressed my face in for one last teasing lick before I used my fin...ger to apply a little anal butter to the edges of her tight little hole. I spread the slight remainder over my cock to dull the sensation a little then pushed my index finger gently into her hole. It was slow going against the tight resistance. I watched her face wince a little. I applied just enough pressure to assure progress until it was in. There were no windows, but there were two matching desks side by side. Behind one was the older photographer who I assumed to be Mr. Gray. He stood.Alice said. “El, this is my husband John Grey. Of course you have already met him.”I blushed and said, “It’s good to meet you again Mr. Grey.”“Please El call me John.”“Ok John, this is a beautiful office you have.”“Thank you Alice decorated it. She’s gifted that way. Please have a seat.”Alice stood by her husband’s chair and he sat back down.”The. .’ * October 8th The little tangerine colored Triumph roadster bounced down the interstate, the top down, Sara Wood’s light red hair streaming out over the trunk of the little car. Ed MacCarley held the steering wheel in his left hand and Sara’s hand in his right. She would sit quietly for long stretches, looking out at cows in fenced pastures or at an airplane flying overhead. Then she would turn her eyes to Ed. ‘Thanks, Eddie.’ ‘For what, Darlin’?’ ‘For all this,’ she said, waving at the. She patted the spot next to her and I went to sit.“What are you doing?” she asked.“What do you mean?”Elyse sighed, “I know absolutely everything that is going on in this house. What the heck are you doing?”“Again, what do you mean?”“Steve, you CAN NOT sleep with NIKA staff!”Shit! Kimmy! I should have known that Elyse would figure it out. And denying it would do me no good.“What gave it away?” I sighed.“You two disappeared for lunch around the same time. Normally, that wouldn’t be overly.