My cock, still hard, stayed inside her and she lay on top of me, so dainty and light, and she ran a hand over my body, across my belly and chest.We ki...sed again and I ran my hands over her body, cupping her buttocks and running my fingertips over her arse and her pussy.I kept her close and I closed my eyes, listening to her breathing.I opened my eyes, feeling a strange weight on my chest, finding it hard to breathe. Then I realised why and breathed out in relief. Jessica was asleep, still lying. "The car's this way," growled the little man beside me. He was Wilbur Mason, a multi-billionaire and my husband. "Let's go!" he snarled. "I'm freezing." He strode off leaving me to crash land back on dirty old planet earth all by myself. We had been married almost a full year and in that time he'd gone from something like an adorable and adoring little bichon frise puppy to a snarling, snapping little terrier. Oddly enough, in human terms, he'd gone the other way, from a mature adult to a. Jason could care less.Working in the Concentration Camps of pre-war Germany, inured him to human suffering. That he was a trifle mad worked to his benefit. No pity and a sociopathic outlook allowed him to experiment. Free rein from Herr Hitler assured no complaints from his staff.Eventually, the handwriting on the wall said, "The Third Reich has failed. Get out while you can."In 1943, confiscated wealth and loyal underlings transferred Jason from Germany by U-Boat to the coast off Rye, New. Now where do I report and what do you want me to do?”“Well...” he began, “the word around is that you have a new car. Is that correct?”“Yes, sir.”“And it’s really a road car, right? High-speed grand touring?”“Yes, sir.”“Look, Kimberly, why don’t you come into the office — we’re not that far away — and Bill and I will explain what we have in mind.” He paused and then added, “And don’t bother to dress. Whatever you’re wearing right now would be fine.”“But what if I’m not dressed at all?” she.