Outrage should have been his primary emotion. Yet as he surveyed his mother-in-law, he recognized a true kinship with her. Indeed, feelings quite close to attraction tempted to overrun him for what he saw wasn't a mere quickie. No, Eric discerned a fellow creature stricken with pulverizing lustful tendencies very similar to his own.<br/><br/>He grew hard and made little effort to stop it. His lips were parted and heated breath was pulled and pushed through his mouth. She was everything he could ever want in bed. He nursed condescension for her choice of lover, who stumbled through her body. His dirty talking etiquette was needy more than powerful. Yet, Monica was in throes of glorious agony. He knew her pleasure could not all stem from her lover. He had hardly the stamina, finishing barely minutes after he started. No, Scott Kerns was a means to an end. He was a piece of meat she needed to feed to her lust so it, in turn, could grant her that fleeting 30 seconds of pure, crippling joy.<br/><br/>They finished and as he suspected, Monica was beyond swift in regaining her composure and Kerns was pouting. 'You're fucking the wrong employee, my soon-to-be slut', he only registered the thought as his voice was barely audible, but perhaps that owed just as much to his all-consuming wish to teach her everything she ever imagined in a man paled to what he could do.<br/><br/>The element of surprise was simply begging to be exploited and Eric was visited by a plan. Taking her now would be far too easy and despite his voracious appetite, he loved to tease his pets. Wearing a wonderfully wicked smile, he slipped out of the Cockpit,  pocketing a small, circular gadget from Electronic Storage. He fitted the device into his phone and dialed Monica.<br/><br/>He abandoned the necessary preamble and dove straight in, 'Mrs Winfield? I was just wondering, Is Scott Kerns really the best you could do? I mean, rather, I'll bet millions of men would line up to fuck you in the ass and you chose Captain Instant? How terribly disappointing for a woman with such unlimited means. Tsk tsk...'<br/><br/>'Oh despite the wimpy fuck, you look magnificent on film. Me and my boys had a raging time watching you and they, not me, are begging to put the video on the net. Could you maybe come down here and calm things down, for your own sake, hm?'