Melissa was rolling her tongue inside the condom when I pushed the door open.“Stay right there,” I told her.Melissa’s head snapped in my directi...on and her eyes opened wide. She looked embarrassed with the vibrator inside her cunt, buzzing away like buggery and my used condom between her fingers at face level with her tongue inside it. She had been well and truly caught out but I didn’t care.“You have one more left,” I told her; walking towards her stroking my cock and pushing myself to my own. The carpet isn’t a pattern or colour he would have chosen, but it suits the rest of the house décor and is nice. The kitchen is finished, it also has a big stove and huge fridge. The back door sports a nice doormat as well. This house is ready to live in. He leaves and goes to the other house. Which is just like the main house, same doormats, carpet, and kitchen. The only difference is two men are cleaning up the kitchen while two other men are putting door handles on cupboards. They look like. She was still trembling, and I couldn't tell if it was from her orgasm or her pain, or both. Without a word, she got up and while holding her hand to her bottom, walked out of my bedroom, closing the door behind her.In the morning, I awakened early, showered and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast for John. His football drills were going to be held in the early morning now, to avoid the heat of the day and he was convinced that a full breakfast would give him the energy that he needed to make. ”“Thanks, Gretchen.” Apparently I’ve remembered their name. Not sure on the pronouns, though. I can feel that I know something relevant, but the bulk of my memory is still largely obscured or distorted.“Can I ask who it is?”“Azami.” I say, surprising myself by knowing the answer instantly.“Pushing it now, can I ask what happened?”“I’m not sure that I’m completely at liberty to divulge that information,” I say, covering the hole in my memory momentarily, “Besides, the investigation isn’t.