Her name was Gillian Weir or was it Karen, he’d forgotten but he didn’t care. He looked at his watch. Sex Weir wasn’t the best he’d had but he still enjoyed something about seeing that hopeless look in the eyes of a cheater before they slipped away. Carter was a personal trainer and his body showed it. Her neck was bruised purple, her eyes still wide and staring at nothing. Few people knew how to pleasure women like Alex Carter. Take the woman he was currently pummelling. To Alex, she wasn’t much to look at. He looked at his watch. “Thats it! He sighed and shook his head, wiping the picture of fingerprints. He pulled out a rolled up body bag from his rucksack, tossing her body carelessly into it. Her last efforts was to slide her weak hands down Alex’s muscular pectorals. She was gagging for it. It made most of his female clients weak at the knees, tempting them just as he liked. She was gagging for it. Her last efforts was to slide her weak hands down Alex’s muscular pectorals. I have an appointment with Mrs Clay in 15 minutes.
