We won’t hurt you. All we want are some papers your husband has in his safe.” “What papers? I couldn’t help you if I wanted to. I don’t kno... the combination.” “Come on now, Mrs. Logan, We know you have the combination. We don’t want to have to hurt you to get it.” “My husband will kill you if you harm me at all.” “That may be. But at the moment he isn’t here to help you, so just give us the combination. That’s all we want". “Even if I knew it, what makes you think I would tell you?” “We. As innocent children we splashed naked in the creek, no cares about the world as only children can know. I had chosen another soon after school and married, I picked the most beautiful girl available. Sarah was just a friend to me, Patra was a prize, I thought. Of course that union failed, and Sarah was gone, off to see the world. I worked my farm in loneliness, accepting the choice I had made. Sarah and I had lost a decade of life together, then one evening she stood on my porch. She brought. There was thisattractive & chatty Russian bird (in the U.S. on some kind of college exchangeprogram) who had a summer job at a convenience store near my home. Both my wife& I got to know her a bit as the store is a regular stop for us.Whenever I was in the store without my wife, she (I'll call her "Sasha") got abit flirty. I never really thought a lot of it, but I did flirt right back. I've never really thought of myself as a ladykiller, but for whatever reason,there was some kind of chemistry. She was beautiful and sexy and he reached out and placing each hand around her hips then pulled her forward as he lowered his head to her stomach. He appeared to place his nose into her bush so he could smell her cunt.“Oh God Chloe” he said. Your pussy is dripping.”He pulled her closer and ran his tongue down inside the lips of her pussy. Chloe shuttered and her legs were trembling, to me it seemed her knees seemed to buckle. With that he pulled her around and sat her on the sofa. He took her.