Super Trick or Treat System

"I am not old."

"A married man for eighteen years. It is prematurely old."

"not me."

"Prove it to me."

"how about it?"

"take me to."

"what?"

"take me to."

"Here?"

"Close the blinds, lock the door, close the computer terminal, and then take me away. I dare you."

"dare?"

How long has it been since someone dared to do anything?

"dare?"

He was very excited. He hasn't been so excited for more than ten years. He opened the blinds, locked the door, and closed the video display of his fate.

She thought, my God, I already have him.

This is not an easy task, unlike Vathy. On the one hand, Pettyfer is a clumsy, uneducated lover. On the other hand, his wife is worried that her wife will not be a fully successful adulterer. He thought he saw Virginia everywhere: they spent an afternoon in the lobby of the hotel, cruising the streets outside the meeting point in a taxi, and even vowed to dress up as a waitress and wiped it. Sweat. Table in a restaurant. All fictitious fears, but they weaken the spontaneity of romance to some extent.

However, she is learning from him. He is as talented as an incompetent lover. She learned how to become strong without exercising power, and how to keep her self from being contaminated by all the provocative provocations in the extraordinary charm. How to make a clear decision; how to become ruthless. It's not that she needs a lot of education in that particular season. It might be more true to say that he taught her never to regret that she didn't have instinctive compassion, but to judge who deserved to die and who might be considered righteous by her wit alone.

She never showed herself to him once, although she used her skills in the most secret way to make fun of his old nerves.

In the fourth week of their marriage, they lay side by side in a lavender room, and afternoon traffic roared on the street below. This is a terrible sex; he is nervous, and there is no trick to coax him. It ended soon, with almost no heat.

He was going to tell her something. She knew this: it was waiting, and the revelation was somewhere in the back of his throat. Turning to him, she massaged his temples with her mind and comforted him by speaking.

He is about to ruin this day.

He is about to ruin his career.

He cared, God helped him and destroyed his life.

He said, "I must stop seeing you."

She thought, he didn't dare.

"I'm not sure what I know about you, or more precisely, I think I know about you, but it makes me... cautious about you. Do you understand?"

"No."

"I'm afraid I suspect you... a crime."

"crime?"

"You have history."

"Who is rooting?" she asked. "Of course not Virginia?"

"No, not Virginia, she is beyond curiosity."

"Who is that?"

"It's none of your business."

"Who?"

She pressed gently on his temple. It hurt him, and he winced.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"My head hurts."

"Tense, nothing more, just nervous. I can take it away, Titus." She touched his forehead with her finger and relaxed her grip on him. When relief came, he sighed.

"Is that better?"

"Yes."

"Who has been peeping, Titus?"

"I have a personal secretary. Linden. You heard me say what he said. He knew our relationship from the beginning. Indeed, he booked a hotel and arranged my cover story for Virginia."

There was a kind of childishness in the speech, which was very moving. It seemed that he was embarrassed to leave her instead of being heartbroken. "Linden is a very amazing worker. He works hard to make the communication between us easy. So he does no harm to you. It's just that he happened to see a picture I took of you. I took them. Give it to him and chop it up."

"why?"

"I shouldn't take them; it was a mistake. Virginia may..." He stopped and started again. "In any case, he recognized you, even though he doesn't remember where he saw you before."

"But he finally remembered."

"He used to work as a gossip columnist in one of my newspapers. This is how he became my personal assistant. He remembered your previous incarnation. Benjamin Ace’s wife Jacqueline Ace has passed away."

"deceased."

"He brought me some other pictures, not as beautiful as you guys."

"What picture?"

"Your home. And your husband's corpse. They said it was a corpse, although in the name of God, there were only a few people left in it."

She simply said: "There is nothing precious in the first place." Her eyes were cold and her hands were cold. Only suitable for being shut up and forgotten.

"what happened?"

"Right Ben? He was killed."

"How is it?" Did his voice shake a little?

"Very simply." She got up from the bed and stood by the window. The strong summer light passed through the slats of the blinds, and the ridges of shadows and sunlight outlined her face.

"you did it."

"Yes." He taught her to be frank. "I did it."

He also taught her about financial threats. "Leave me, I will do it again."

He shook his head. "Forever. You won't dare."

He is standing in front of her now.

"We must understand each other. I am strong, I am pure. Did you know? My public face was not even moved by a scandal. I can afford a mistress, a dozen mistresses. But is a murderer? No, that will ruin my life."

"Is he blackmailing you? Is this Linden?"

He stared at the blinds, frowning on his face. The nerves of his cheek under his left eye trembled.

"Yes, if you must know," he said in a dull voice. "That **** has everything I deserve."

"I know."

"If he can guess, others can also. Do you understand?"

"I am strong: you are strong. We can wrap them around our little finger."

"No."

"Yes! I have skills, Titus."

"I do not want to know."

She said, "You will know."

She looked at him and held his hand without touching him. When he touched her face with his unwilling raised hand and stroked her hair with his favorite gesture, he looked at his eyes in surprise. She let his trembling fingers press **** her pussy, more enthusiastic than he actively summoned. She said, "Titus, you are always too tentative." This made him almost bruised. "This is the way I like it." Now his hands were lowered, and a different expression appeared from her face. The tide crossed it, she was still alive-"deeper-"

He put his fingers in and stroked his thumb.

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