"I wasn't in jail. I was being questioned by the police. Cops tend to be very careful when arresting me these days. The lotto winner story is the wors... kept secret in history." I said."Yeah, I can imagine. So, you got my car?" he asked."I thought for sure I would have to have this piece of shit towed home, but I'm back in town. If you meet me somewhere, we can swap cars now. If you would rather you can come by tomorrow and we can swap them. If you wait till after ten, I will have your money," I. His hands began to play with my jewellery decorated nipples. I was now in a different place sexually and mentally as my orgasm became almost spiritual. Thrusting my cunt back at hubby's hard dick a gush of love juice burst from my pussy. This was quickly followed by two small ejections. The guys gave a cheer as the fountain of sexual fluids emanated from my pussy. Thrusting my pussy onto my hubby's cock I scratched my clitoris with a gloved finger to help relieve the enormous sexual tension.. I'm really enjoyin' meself, so I don't keep count...I love being fucked, me...an' I love being fucked up the arse too..." she looked at me and smiled guiltily, "...you are gonna poke me arse, ain't ya, Daddy"? I nodded feverishly, "Oh yes, little bitch...rest assured..." Gemma beamed and then remembered something else, "Some days, I can hardly sit down...me arse and cunt are really sore, an' me jaw aches too..." the older woman at my side slowly shook her head and said softly, "My, my, Gemma!. I was quite sensitive about making any ripples in the Mossad territory and still considered them the most serious threat. Hopefully, they would still consider me to be a passé clown with no lines of communication or organized support. The investigators at Interpol were nipping at my heels but were hindered by the terrorist threats and high levels of turnover in their own ranks. The Americans were a joke with their angst about this political consideration or that and endless elections that.