She started to fold them, and had an Idea. If he wouldn't come to her, she would go to him.She gathered up the coveralls, and headed to the bathroom. ...he got completely undressed, and then decided to put on a sheer pair of thong underwear. She usually shaved her pubic hair, and since she'd just showered this morning, things were still smooth down there. She touched herself and found that she was already getting moist from anticipation. She pulled the coveralls over her bare skin, dabbed some of. Finally she spoke, "I can be the slut you want me to be, George. I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize how to make you happy." Finding no other evidence of sperm upon her chin, mother dropped both hands to her lap and licked her lips. "I am your wife, and there is nothing I won't do for you." She forced a smile but I could feel her nervousness. I figured she was probably wondering if her single blow job would be enough to convince her husband that she had changed her ways.Mother seemed. Outside the car I’ve my security detail form around me while we walk down a few lanes. About a block away we intercept the man and I’ve the FBI agents arrest him for conspiracy to kidnapping, murder, and fraud of government funds. We don’t have long to wait after they handcuff him before Mark arrives with the car and we pile in.Turning on the digital recorder again I say, “Jonas, now tell me all about the various bank accounts you manage for The Group.”He looks at me and gulps while he wonders. I watched how she took care of you every day, always smiling. But I always thought she had a sadness hanging over her. If what she said is any indication, I believe it's gone now, thanks to you," she told me.I rose then, offering her the chair. Catherine thanked me as she sat down, lost in her own private thoughts. I waited. I really didn't have anything to say. I felt drained, wasted, and empty."Would you like to do something special for her?" Catherine asked me, breaking the silence."Like.