"Did you plan to meet him tonight?" I demand furiously, dragging pants over my legs. "Did you set this whole thing up? Convince me to take you out tonight with the intention of seeing Gunther?"

She rolls onto her back and sits up, flinching as her tender pussy touches the bed. She grabs the blanket and drags it up her chest, covering herself. Her makeup is badly smeared into a ghoulish mask that no longer resembles the sugar skull she'd painstakingly applied earlier. I ignore ...