I let go of her and she saw that her husband was calling her. She was at crossroads now – whether succumb to carnal pleasures and continue fucking m... or take a moral stand and stop this. She chose the former and disconnected the call. But I was in a different frame of mind altogether.I made her squat on all fours like a bitch and mounted her bare. The wet pussy and the lubricated cock were complementary. After a few strokes, I asked her to call her husband on the cell. She looked back at me in. I got up, showered, ate, and got dressedin another feminine sundress. Julia had decided that I needed glam today,and I was teetering on a pair of heeled sandals while I slipped on somebangles and a necklace.The press conference was going to be held in the press room at OlympicRecords, and Mom, Dad, and I set out early to get there in time. On theway, Dad handed me a sheet of paper."Read over this, Megan," he said. "These are the points that we want youto discuss, but please use your own words.. She visually scanned her body for injuries or blood but saw nothing. She grabbed two of the soft towels in the shelf, dried her with one towel and then wrapped her in the other one. Heather had a dazed look on her face, like she was seeing something a long way away. “What is going on? Did something happen to you?”“I’m not sure...” was her whispered reply.One of the rarest things in the life of a slave was privacy, but Willow thought this conversation with Heather needed it. There was a closet. Jeff handed it to the cop.He took it and examined the screen for a few minutes, scrolling from top to bottom. There truthfully wasn't much to look at. "Nothing at all to or from your wife in the past six weeks," he finally said. "It would be kind of hard to run a black market booze, coffee, and cigarette operation from the line without communication, wouldn't it?" Fuckin' aye," Jeff agreed."And six weeks ago we weren't having the shortages so there really wasn't much of a black market yet.".