“So I should send this photo?”“Yes,” Kate answered. “Please,” she added, to assert her confidence, even if she had the slightest tinge of ...doubt.“He’s okay with you sucking and fucking my cock?”“As long as I want it,” Kate answered.“And being my slut?”“If I want to be,” Kate replied.“You think you can help it? Being my slut?” Jack challenged. He had a point. Kate couldn’t help it, and that was part of what made her so hot for him. She’d be his bitch in heat if he demanded it.“Maybe not,” Kate. “What are you waiting for Mike? Are my breasts not perky enough for you? Is my skin not smooth enough? Why don’t you touch me?” Her left hand squeezed first one breast then the other as her right caressed her slightly firm belly and stopped at the juncture of her thighs only hinting at what it might touch next. He exploded off the love seat in an instant. She was driving him insane with her seductive blue eyes and her roaming hands. “Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Lady. Mrs. Emily Wilson."Mrs. Wilson my name is Jackson Conner and I'm with Culligan, you know from the TV ad, 'Hey Culligan Man'. I understand that you made an appointment with out marketing department for this morning." Yes Mr. Conner I did, please come in."The woman opened the door and Jackson walked into the house. It was your typical residential two story home, living room, den, formal dining room and kitchen on the ground floor and four bedrooms upstairs. It was well appointed, the decorations. And God drank the beer and it was good.And the Lord God grimaced and an enchanted gust of wind blew forth from him. And the Fart blew the waters of the earth together unto one place, leaving dry land for God to rest his beer on. (Incidentally, a less well known consequence of this holy hurricane was that it caused Lucifer, God's favorite angel, to quit his post as God's errand boy, and flee as far from Heaven as possible.)And God said, Let the Earth bring forth trees bearing fruit, plants.