Secret Audition – Luna Rival & David Perry – French Passion Unleashed by a Lustful Agent

He turned and looked at the lady of the house. A meeting with your husband.”
“Don’t mention my husband.”
Slater stepped toward her and in a quick motion that she did not see coming, grabbed her jaw in his hand, his fingers strong. Blacked “Jessica,” he said calmly, as if he were talking to a stubborn child. Slater followed. As she laid on her marital bed now, her skirt hiked high, staring up at her husband’s boss who stood by the bed, the familiar twinge of guilt once again struck her, but as before she quickly expelled it. I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock while wearing that dress. This appeared to be a non-lived-in guest room. I will be cheating on you tomorrow!” A tear rolled down her cheek. Three months later, a thankfully not pregnant Jessica Jones was having Sunday morning coffee with her husband Michael. “You don’t tell me what to do and say and what not to do. I don’t want to hear another single objection from you about anything, do you hear?”
“Did I tell you you’re despicable?”
Slater laughed. At first she was hesitant to say she was Jessica Jones, as the secretary might realize that she was Michael Jones’ wife and why would Michael Jones’ wife be calling Michael Slater? He wasn’t expecting one. As they drove, Michael behind the wheel, Jessica thought about Michael Slater. “Yes,” he said evenly, not taking his eyes of hers. “Nothing despicable about a little quid pro quo,” he replied.