"Nothing much, I was just a bit bored today, so..."
"So what?" Shirley Fisher asked patiently.
"So I wanted to sleep with you."
As the words fell, Shirley Fisher was already placed on the sofa behind her, right after that, the sound of clothes being torn rang out inside the room.
Shirley Fisher's face turned a bit pale, repeatedly forcing herself to stay calm.
"Zachary Armstrong, do you like me?"
"Oh, it seems like I do, a little." Zachary Armstrong's big hand had started tearing at her pantyhose, making Shirley Fisher somewhat panic.
"If you like me, why do this to me? Aren't you afraid I'll hate you?"
"Not afraid, if you hate the forefather, it doesn't make a piece of meat less, plus..."
His answer almost made Shirley Fisher lose her breath, how is this not following the script!
