Francine began to feel so thirsty that she began to pray for water - even a drop - to ease her agony, but the Lady Fortescue would decide when she dra...k. The Parasol Slave put all thoughts of refreshment from her mind. If her Mistress wanted her to be thirsty then she must be thirsty.Some two miles into the journey the road ran through a small village and the inhabitants came out of their houses to look at the cart rumbling through their township. The men were greatly appreciative of the tall. I steered the flivver towards 61st street and Pierre's. The Maitre d' was happy to seat us, he recognized us as guests of Don Guido from the night before. We were enjoying a hearty meal when the waiter brought up a blower. "Call for you, important sir." I answered the blower.It was Lou. 'Malone, you've got to get out of there. Why did you plug the broad anyway, that wasn't smart. Don Guido said that the heat is on and the joint you were at ain't safe no more. The flivver may still be jake, he. It was like a whirlwind, buying a large, posh new home, new vehicles and a family vacation. We went from cold Ohio to the tropics for ten days. On the last night, our eldest daughter watched the kids and afforded us an evening to ourselves. We found ourselves tipsy, after a wonderful meal, walking along the beach. We chatted, still in disbelief over how our lives had changed, how we would be able to have time with our family and not worry about finances anymore. My husband had earned us a. .. ye...” She whispered, “Yes?”“Come show me how your experience has paid off,” August sternly spoke.Katie’s jaw clenched, “And I win?”“There would be no doubt,” as August stopped jerking his cock.Katie wasn’t as nervous as she thought she would be. She was confident but couldn’t understand why, after everything she had done behind her husband’s back, she would even consider his offer. But maybe for everything she did; it was exactly the reason she was considering it. She stared at him and.