Jenny (In my dreams, I am Jenny, a human female of twenty-eight years, recently married and desperately trying to start a family with the help of her new husband Jason. Jason, as human males go, is quite sexy. He's thirty-three, six-two, and georgeous. He has a desk job, but works out in the gym. In bed, those muscles make him the best lay Jenny's ever had. Jenny loves feeling a strong man hold her in his firm grip while forcing his member inside her vagina. Jenny is afraid to. “Give or take £70,000.”“Jesus Christ!” he screamed. He looked behind me, worried someone heard him. He waited a moment before he continued, “You have to go away for a while. I will get rid of all this.” He looked at the weapon and photos. Then turned to the bag, he put his hand over it. He smiled. “The blood money, it will feed a lot of hungry people. I will call Father Demetriou to expect you.” He wrote the address on a piece of paper, putting it in my hand.“You have been like an older brother.Read More