He had his tea got up and said sorry ma'm but I have to finish this and get paid so I can support what family I have left. It totally occured to me th...t point and time that this man was a workaholic.I sat there as he got back up on that roof and went back to work and I watching him as I was in awe that this man could outwork 3 men of who worked for them in their company. Oh my tingling of thoughts about that filled with my minds fantasy of what he would be like in bed. Never had any other man. Let me please you, let me give you that blow job, you don't have to lookat my pussy again, I promise. Just give me one more chance, I wont disappointyou Alan, please, please”. I had been reduced to a pathetic, whiningchild. I was on my knees, stark naked in my own home in front of this man.I had stripped and humiliated myself for him, and now I wanted more thananything in the world to please him further. Without speaking he undid histrousers and pushed them to his knees. His knob was hanging. The Prime Minister had invited Victor’s household to Sunday dinner at his official residence. Cecilia explained in Spanish that meant he and his sons and their wives were invited, along with Cecilia, Jason, Pedro, and Maria Elena. The prisoner wanted to make sure she understood correctly: ‘Vladim Dukov…isn’t he…this country’s president?’ ‘No, not the president…the Prime Minister…’ ‘But he’s their leader, right?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘And…I’m supposed to go to his place?’ ‘Yes, along with the rest of us.’. She seemed to be sleeping. I closed my eyes in frustration. They had tricked me, all they wanted was sex. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of them.The door clicked and opened with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop,.