I got dressed and made it to my open house with minutes to spare, then sat and waited for four hours while a sparse trickle of visitors came, showing ...o interest in the house whatsoever. Well, some days are like that. I entertained myself between visitors by sketching small details that I could remember from the night before in my sketchbook and discovered that Rita could turn me on without even being in the same room.As it happened, I didn't see Rita at all for the rest of the weekend. She had. And I enjoy that he’s an older man.“The only trouble during our marriage was that I sometimes took my enthusiasm for big cocks too far and I hurt him in the process. I ... tried to make him a cuckold. My cuckold. Big mistake on my part. Huge, colossal blunder, and it ruined my marriage. It also soured me on the whole scene, of course. Anyway, it’s an odd sort of bargain, but it was part of our divorce settlement, a lawful Covenant included in it, my idea in fact, though he stipulated that he. It was the Friday before a holiday weekend, so the office was empty except for us, which was a good thing since the office was glass on three sides. It was only about 6:30, but the massive rainstorm that beat the windows made the world dark as night. In front of me she sat on her desk with her legs spread to either side of the desk. A trickle of liquid seeped from her pussy and pooled where her tight ass met the desk. Her shoes were on the floor somewhere, along with the panties she had removed. The group stopped at the door to cover Olivia's head with a sensory deprivation hood. This blinded her and blocked her hearing as they removed her bound body out the door. The video continued to run for thirty seconds, before it shut itself off. I had no cameras outside of my house and garage, so that was all of the surveillance that I was going to see.I copied the video sequence to a USB drive and headed off to my meeting with Tom.Tom and I met at the restaurant and ordered coffee as we sat in.