But the house is empty.

You reach your home, but you find the house empty.

"Hello? Dave?", you call, once you reach the living room. But nobody answers. Strange. You check your watch. He should be home normally at this time. But there is of course always the chance that he had to work a bit longer. Both of you are quite keen on your careers, of course. Or is he still sulky because some of those last evenings didn't go exactly as he had in mind?

Jana should also be there, you realize. Or did the maid go to bed already?

You call for the girl and walk into the kitchen, but finally decide that if she really retired early, you don't want to disturb her.

Maybe Dave is fucking Jana, you think of a sudden. The thought should outrage you, but somehow it leaves you rather neutral. For a moment you wonder how that's possible, because, you and Dave, that was a match made in Heaven. But the thought quickly escapes your mind, and you are thinking of Lorenzo instead.

If Dave is really fucking the maid, he can't object if you meet Lorenzo, right?

You wonder how rich he really is and what he could buy you. Jewelery? A car? A holiday trip to an exotic location? Your legs suddenly feel wobbly. Damn, money is sexy, isn't it? You'd be ready to hand yourself over to him, if he buys you those things. You walk upstairs to the bedroom, stand in front of the big mirror and look at yourself. Then you slowly start to undress, and you imagine that you are doing it for Lorenzo. "Like what you see, daddy?", you ask. Slowly and sensual, you let your dress fall down, followed by your bra and your panties. "Thank you for that beautiful necklace", you murmur. You stare into the mirror, imagine expensive diamonds around your neck, and your hands wander over your body, carressing yourself. Then you start touching yourself, sending a shiver down your spine.

You push two of your fingers deep inside you and imagine it's Lorenzo, coming to claim his "rewards". Because nothing comes without a price, right? He pays you money, and you pay him - back. The idea is suddenly very enticing, thrilling, exhilarating. In your dream, Lorenzo is taking you from behind, while you are leaning against the mirror. You moan and your breath is misting up the mirror, your face pressed against the cold glass. You must be a sight to behold, leaning against the mirror on the wall, your back arched, your bum rising up, while you are fucking yourself with your fingers. But of course nobody is there to watch you.

You finally cum and moan loudly, while you imagine Lorenzo's hot sticky seed gushing deep inside you. "Good girl", he whispers. "Look over there, I bought something else for you..."

As you lie in your bed, breathing heavily, you realize that you have no idea how Lorenzo really looks like. You saw the photo and he looked younger than he claims to be - but that could well be an older picture. And in the end... that doesn't matter, right? He is rich - that's all that counts.

You drift into sleep.

During the night, you are dimly aware of Dave coming into the bed. You wonder where he was. You didn't hear the door and that one normally always wakes you up. Then again, you are really, really sleepy.

You fall asleep again.