Sandy's heart sank as many thoughts rushed through her, taking in the scene in front of her. She knew in her guts what was going on, she just did not believe her eyes!
She walked into the room quietly and folded her arms, watching the man who had fucked her brains out, with sensations that still rippled through her body… all for that? Was that why he had insisted on visiting her at home? She had made only one exception to that rule and it had to be for the person who looked to have approached her for information.
"Is this what you fucked me to do?" She asked him quietly.
Max had never thought that he would be caught red-handed.
He peeked at the wall clock only to see that barely ten minutes had passed. Sandy always slept for about half an hour after sex before she got up to clean up. What had changed?
"I-" He stammered, not knowing what to say.
"It's not what you think, Sandy babe, I-"
