With a loud groan and shiver from him, she felt her husbands cock melt in her palm and perceived the wetness in her fingers as her husband blew his sm...ll and watery load. She slid her hand out of his pants and finished her statement, "The problem is, there isn't any point in getting physically intimate with you." She looked into his eyes with an intensity that crushed his soul. He slowly collapsed into the chair behind him and looked up at her. His face now a sweaty red mass and his breathing. You see there is a new pecking order in this house among us girls. It will go Monique, Monique’s Cunt, then you. Now I obviously can’t always keep you like this below my cunt so this is a visual example for now but I want to make sure you have a nice mental image for the next time you dare challenge me about anything. I also don’t expect you to agree to this new order straight away, although it would be nicer for you if you did, but I don’t think you will so me and my cunt have the rest of the. “Yes, Sir. I’ll do my best, but...”“If you want to keep living, get it fucking done.”“Yes, Sir,” Blankenship mumbled as he turned to hurry out while thinking, I have a weapon. Granted, it’s made from spare parts, but it seems to work. All I need is a few bullets and a few seconds to decorate your chest, Mr. Asshole. I’ll be dead seconds later – chances are your security will make sure of that – but you’re going to kill me sooner or later, anyway. But ... this new assignment should give me a. That night, I went to the Ritz Carlton because I was invited for a "business" dinner. I wore my "mob outfit," consisting of a black pinstriped long-sleeved top with zip up front, big white collar and cuffs; a matching pleated miniskirt, long black suede knee-length boots, a rhinestone tie, and a black fedora hat. I wore a deep reddish brown long hair wig with big curls at the ends under my dark brown hair. I even wore 20-carat teardrop-shaped diamond earrings that have a built-in microphone and.