Two can play at that game - Tony takes on the Puppet Master

Tony sat in his wheelchair with his net book perched on his lap. It was nine a.m. and already his girlfriend Melissa was awake and involved in lusty sex with the mystery man. The microphone again sounded muffled and not a lot of any import or clarity was coming through – he made a mental note to himself to ask for his money back when he returned the device to the surveillance shop on the high street.

Tony watched as Melissa mounted the man and his groin ached at the sight of her firm undulating body as swayed to and fro, the pleasure evident in her face. Their moans were an excruciating reminder of what he had never had yet he couldn’t bring himself to end it with Melissa, not just yet, he wanted the truth and he wanted his own back. He would get even, but he just didn’t know why or what for – after all Melissa had been a sexy and accommodating girl who was pretty much up for anything. But then the girl on screen was Melissa turbocharged and with twelve valves.

Tony’s leg was on the mend and it would only be a day or so before he would be able to ealk just fine. He would keep the news secret from Melissa. If he was going to find out just what the hell was going on then he needed that sound – he had deduced that the reason the microphone wasn’t working was because of the distances involved, it just couldn’t transmit the files more than a mile or two. That meant that wherever Melissa and the mystery man were holed up it wasn’t East London.

The Puppet Master meanwhile was getting bored with the game and as was the usual case with his games they ended in a death. Tony would be his next victim, a tragic fall from his rear window on to the cold, hard tarmac below. That should do the trick. Oh and of course it would be Melissa who would give the final push, as always. It was her favourite part of his games and she always begged for the denouement to take place as soon as possible. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the sexy role play, the hard copulation and intimate, erotic moments but she just preferred murder more. Melissa never enjoyed an orgasm as much as the ones she enjoyed with the Puppet Master after they had seen off one of their pathetic victims...

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