Would you get jealous if Pam did me?”“Honestly? No. Turned on, Yes. Would you get jealous?”“No. As long as you and I go home together and also...always make love like the other night”“Something to ponder then. But, I am not telling the slut that. Shit. She’ll strip and get you naked before you could blink an eye”, then laughed.Later that night, I got a text. It was from tammy. It had a picture attached too. It clearly showed a man and woman, naked, standing in front of a sliding glass door, in. You turned that 50,000 'potalot' into two million in two years. That's a good return on your money," Bart said sarcastically."Prick, you completely omitted that I bought that farm, built the greenhouse and made other improvements to the place, because you and Rita stole the tea business from me. I would have been perfectly happy to make $300,000 a year doing nothing," I said. "But no I had to make room for that lawyer bitch." Careful what you say," Bart replied."I'm driving the fucking car,. He could feel how wet I was. Going knuckles deep was a piece of cake. He did, too. Vigorously. He started with one finger and how many he added, I cannot not say. Eventually, he used his other hand to slap my ass. I arched my back to stick it out a little more for him. At this, I heard something come undone and something heavy hit the ground. He undid his pants. The tip was warm and wet. Precum, I assumed. I moaned loudly. He lightly rubbed it against my vagina. Slipping, sliding and stopping. Feeling flushed, I followed as he laid me on the bed. Soon, I heard a click of what I imagined him to be opening, as I liked to call it, the ‘Box of Tricks.’ After a few moments, I heard him moving around the room and then his warm breath on my face. He smelled like peppermint, my favorite. I then felt him lifting my arms and tying my wrists together with some rope. I tried pulling them down, but failed. I figured he tied them to a bedpost above. By this point, my breathing was ragged and my.