If the television is going to turn it’s self on, then it should be for something worth bloody watching. It felt like the walls were crowding in on her and the house had become sullen, malevolent, even. She felt the throb of seed as it pumped, deep into her body. A second pull had her jeans around her ankles. Her nipple was pulled again, the side nearest to the edge of the settee. She missed him as her partner. She arched her back in pleasure, wanting more, wanting it to continue until she came. A gentle force across her chest pushed her back down to a prone position. She yelled though the laughter and tears to the empty house as she struggled out of the sleeves of her blouse. She called her previous employers who said they would be happy to have her back.
