Chapter 5

You frown nervously. The janitor carried the tree in and stayed to set it up. Anna went to change into house clothes while he busied himself with the Christmas tree ... nothing criminal was happening, and yet the mere fact that that old Wanker was in your apartment without your knowledge was enough to make you tense. You knew what he was -- a lump of darkness, of base desires, of animal instincts without restraint. A creature like that should never cross the threshold of an honest family’s home! One could expect a great deal from him, and none of it good.

Omar began fixing the tree onto its stand and, naturally, in his crooked hands it lurched dangerously over the table, where the expensive dishes stood, the mugs, the juice glasses you and Annette loved to drink from. One of the glasses slipped and struck the tabletop.

“Daughter, the tree’s gone wild -- it’s about to smash your dishes!” Omar shouted.

Anna, who had not finished changing, ran into the room.

“Oh!” she cried, taking in the danger.

Your wife quickly seized the trunk and helped Omar steady it.

At that moment, your cock is already hard. Anna was standing in front of the janitor in nothing but her underwear! Of course, she had hurried -- but could she not at least have covered herself with a towel, a throw, something? In shock you stare at your wife’s sensual body, displayed before that ham-fisted foreigner.