Chapter 468 - 468: Quill

"Sir," Giggs gave a curt bow, his eyes immediately going behind me.

Walking toward the door of the suite, I could see the man's gaze searching, waiting, but before he could make any move, I arrived beside him, and my palm fell on his shoulder.

"Come, let's take a step outside."

"Mrs Heather," the man's expression tightened, his gaze narrowing.

"Denise is busy at the moment. It's best we give her and her guest some privacy."

The confusion on Giggs's face didn't abate, instead turning to caution, and I did not blame him considering no one could have predicted the current situation of the two women, given how they kicked off.

"I should go and make sure the madam is fine."

Giggs spoke the words carefully, his eyes going to my hand which was still on his shoulder, and looking at him, I took it off with a smile.

"You can, but you won't come back with your life. Martha is bound to kill you, but before she does, I'll have already done the deed."

After my words, I didn't spend any more time standing with Giggs.

"Let's go."

Perhaps wasteful, but there was no way I could let Giggs lay his eyes on what I considered to be mine.

By the time I had left the two women, both their upper bodies had been fully exposed, and Denise was sitting on the counter of the minibar, Martha vigorously sucking her breasts.

"Is she going to be alright?"

"She's fine. They are both just having some naughty fun."

Understanding Giggs's worry and appreciating his sense of duty, I decided to release some more information, and thankfully the man quickly followed after me.

"I'll stay here and wait for them to finish."

"Good."

Leaving Giggs, I headed for the elevator, my thoughts a bit agitated.

Watching Martha and Denise indulge in carnal pleasure, even if just for a few seconds, had lit up a raging fire in me. As I moved, the images of their lips going over each other, their naked breasts, and swollen nipples continuously replayed in my head.

My cock hardened with each step I took, feeling like it was about to erupt from my pants, urging me to return to the room and drown in the warmth of both women, but I fiercely resisted the temptation.

I had made my stance known to Denise; going back on my words and seeking her out when I told her she needed to come to me would only make me weak.

As for Martha, my dick was three years away from qualifying to penetrate her cunt.

"How sad!"

It was a good thing I had already come up with an idea on how to handle this matter, or I would have been falling into depression by now.

Stepping into the elevator, as it descended, I cleared my head of the scene I had just witnessed with that of a cute bubble butt, picturing as Valera's pussy would tighten around my fat cock.

It wasn't long before I left the elevator and returned to my suite, but stepping in, I was surprised to not find Valera in sight, her drawings lying lonely on the floor.

Echo!!

Finding the little minx, I walked further into the living room, making my way into a corridor and eventually stopping before a half-closed door.

I stepped into the room, its occupant none the wiser, seated at a desk, dedicatedly typing on her computer screen and clicking the mouse with glee.

Walking till there were about two steps between us, I looked at what had Valera so entranced, surprised to find her scrolling through the pictures of a rather busty naked woman.

"Who is that?"

"Ahhhh!!"

My voice made Valera jump from her seat, diving to the side and turning around to see me with surprise.

Watching Valera on the floor, I shook my head at how much of a stark contrast her current image was from the monster she could become.

"Daddy!!" she called out, in half relief and half accusation.

"Hmm."

While Valera stood up, I moved and took a seat at the desk, scrolling down through the gallery she had opened.

"So, who is this?"

Aside from the female being busty and lacking clothes, another thing was she had a butt plug up her ass and was bound in several photos, her relationship with BDSM put beyond doubt.

"Promise you won't tell Mom."

"Really? I thought our relationship was way past that." I looked at Valera.

Immediately, the girl's face lit up, and she hurried over and took a place on my lap.

"That's my dumbass teacher, Mrs Quill. She hates me, so I'm going to have my revenge on her."

Nodding at Valera's words, I clicked the mouse a few times, already having an idea of what was happening.

"You hacked her email?"

"...."

Getting no answer to my question, I glanced at Valera only to see her with her hands over her face, peeking at me through her fingers.

"Are you angry?"

"No. I'm impressed."

"Really?" Valera's hands fell, her eyes staring at me with innocent excitement.

"Yes. You're a badass hacker. That's super cool."

Pressing her lips to mine with a cry, Valera pulled away and immediately began explaining to me the evil plan she had for her teacher.

"I wasn't sure what I was going to find, but I never thought Mrs Quill would be so kinky. I'm going to blackmail her with these images, make her send me all her money, and then make her dance for me naked. Also, I'm thinking of making her do some more naughty videos for me and maybe even....."

"Even what?"

"Nothing." Valera quickly shook her head, looking away with an embarrassed face.

"You want to whip her?"

"Maybe." She glanced at me from the corner of her eye.

"And that's not all, is it?"

Valera shook her head in acknowledgement.

Letting out a smile, I reached into my pocket for my phone and immediately dialled a number.

"Marcus?" A tired voice answered me.

"I need you to send some officers to arrest someone."