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greedily, voraciously, at his rampaging cock, until suddenly, he felt his own searing ejaculation begin. His
hot, white sperm shot from the tiny slit in the top of his cockhead, jetting from the depths of his crazily
jerking balls to splash far up into the deepest recesses of her hotly sucking vaginal passage.
Her legs splayed limply to the sides obscenely, and her heart trip-hammered in her chest, as her satiated
body lapsed into subsiding waves of relaxing euphoria. Then, as her rational mind began to function,
again, she remembered. God! I've done it! I've been sucked ... and f-fucked ... by another man ... and
that's adultery ... or does that make me just another cheap ... little ... wh-whore ... like Carla ... the one
my husband was with?
She could still feel Arnie's spewing penis jerking its last up inside of her, filling her belly almost to the
bursting, as the last of his load of heated male sperm was ejaculated from the slitted head of his cock.
Groaning his satisfaction, Arnie collapsed on top of her, "Damn! That was something! Did you like it,
Baby?"
She was honest with him ... with herself. "Yes ... yes ... I liked it ... but now, you'll have to go!"
"I can't leave here!" he told her. "Jay sent me up here ... and told me to stay here ... until things are
settled!"
"What things ...?"
"I can't tell you that ... except that there are some people looking for me ..."
"The ... p-police ...?"
"No ... I'm not a criminal! Your husband is trying to help me!"
"I see ... and it's your case he's been working on the last several days?" she queried.
"Yes ... I'm afraid so ..."
"Well ..." she said resignedly, "I suppose you'll have to stay! Let me up now ... please?"
Arnie tried to recapture her lips, trying to prolong the mood, but she twisted her head aside, saying,
"No! Don't! I've got to think ... about what I've already done! I-I don't know whether ... I can ... l-live
... with myself!"
"You've done both yourself ... and Jay a favor, is what I think!" he told her, rolling to his side from on
top of her.
Chapter 7
To Joan Pearson, the telephone call was innocent enough, but to Carla Reynolds, who made it, it was a
matter of life or death ... her own.
"Joan ...? This is Carla ... Carla Reynolds ... I just had to talk to you ..."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you!"
"Please ... don't hang up on me ... I want to explain ..." she pleaded desperately.
"What's to explain ...?"
"I thought that man ... Jay would be gone ... before you arrived ... and we'd just have a lovely ...
woman-woman thing, again ..."
"So ...?" Joan was cynical, now.
"Your husband ... isn't around there is he ...?"
"No ... he's gone!"
"Just for the day ... or will he be gone for a few days?"
"Well ..." Joan hesitated. "He'll be gone for several days ... I think
..."
"Oh, where did he go ...?"
"What's this all got to with anything ...?"
"Well ... if you'd feel better about things ... I thought maybe you'd want to invite me ... to your house ...
especially if your husband's going to be gone ..." Then she added, as an after thought, "Where'd you say
he was ...?"
"I didn't ... but he said something about going to the mountains ... Idyllwild ... I think ... for some
training workouts," Joan told her, revealing only what Arnie had told her.
"Oh, good ... then he's not likely to pop in ... and spoil things for us ..." Carla was suggestive.
Joan had made up her mind, even before Carla's call, and she had rehearsed what she would say to the
woman who had seduced her.
"Carla! You're wasting your time! I've thought it all over ... and I-I've decided that ... I don't really want
the kind of thing you ... you forced on me. I love my husband ... and I'll do everything I can to keep him
loving me!"
"Then ... you won't ...?"
"That's right!" Joan cut in. "I don't want ... that kind of life ... so please don't try to call me ... or see me
... again!"
"J-Joan ... please ...?"
"My mind's made up! I meant what I said!" Joan snapped and slammed down the receiver.
"That was a good performance, Carla!" Warren Ramsey said. "And, I'll keep my part of the bargain! I'll
send you to my friend Wong Ho ... in Hong Kong ... instead of to the bottom of the Catalina Channel.
Wong told me he could use a beautiful white woman ... in one of his more ... exclusive houses ..."
Carla tried to smile through cracked lips, and tears welled from blackened, swollen eyes. He's not going
to kill me! "Oh, Warren ... thank you! Thank you!" she blubbered.
* * *
Betty Ballard had wanted to get into her car and leave the cabin to Arnie, but he had refused to let her
leave, pointing out that she was in no condition to drive safely.
In the end, she had agreed to stay. "But, you'll have to promise ... to stay your distance ... unless I
change my mind ..." she had told him.
There was very little to eat in the cabin, and as dinner time neared, Arnie volunteered to go down to the
village to buy whatever was necessary. He had decided to walk, knowing that it would help him to stay
in condition.
Betty was fussing around in the kitchen getting ready to prepare their evening meal. She had had one
more drink with Arnie, as they had talked afterward ... and she was still feeling lightheaded.
Hearing a step in the living room, she glanced through the door, expecting to see Arnie loaded down
with grocery sacks ... but it was not Arnie!
"Who ...?" she started to say, when she heard the kitchen door open. Glancing behind her, she froze in
terror, as she saw another man coming through that door toward her.
Her scream was muffled by a rough hand clamped over her mouth, as she was pinioned by the second
man.
"Take her into the bedroom! Tie her up!" someone ordered.
She felt herself lifted, carried, then she was on the big, double bed, a gag stuffed in her mouth, while
hard-handed men tied her to the bed. God! Who are they? Wh-What do they ... w-want ...?
"Say! She's quite a woman!" One of the men grinned, ogling her, then reached out to feel appreciatively
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