Isn't Jessica Raine a sight for sore eyes? Jessica, your man is cheating on you. Don't worry, my English rose. Roger the next door neighbor is there for you. Watching you fret and worry from outside of your bedroom window. His heart ache for you. All the things Roger want to say and do to you. Put his hands around your smooth pale neck and squeeze hard. He's been told girls love being choked. Oh my, its true isn't it? Your pupils dilates in pleasure. Body on throes of orgasm, you fainted unable to handle the delightful intensity of Roger touch. Don't worry, my English sweetie. Roger well versed in art of revival, will bring you back from the abyss of ecstasy. He will gently position you on all fours, grab your gorgeous locks to keep 'em from getting wet and pushed your face into the toilet bowl. And flush. Yes dear, struggle, fight your way back to consciousness. The more you fight, the stronger his loving hands on back of your neck to help you. He pulls you up and Jess, Roger can see your lips mouthing words only for gasping breaths to take them away into cold silent air. It pains Roger to see you struggling to say thank you so he covers your mouth with his hand, to calm you down. Guides you into the bed. Roger can feel your body still shaking from the tremendous sexual experience. Arms and legs flailing, Roger sensed you are about to lose control again. The final remediation was at hand. He picks up a pillow and places it over your face. It took some time but the trembles finally stop for Roger to remove the pillow and his heart soars with happiness as he gazed at your luminous, unblinking eyes. Brows arched in pleasant surprise. The tender rose lips slightly parted, inviting a goodnight kiss. Roger leans over for a peck and whispers in your ear, a promise to take good care of the Spanish harlot.