"I wasthinking about your request to have hope of getting ahead. And I think Ifound a solution."I opened a bag and placed a pink dress on the table. ...He looked at it."What is this?" he asked in confusion."Penelope's dress," I said flatly."Who is Penelope?" he asked with genuine curiosity."Potentially you. She is my slave who never receives pennies unless sheis intentionally being bad. She could be you."He shook his head. "Mistress, I can't."I put up a finger to cut him off. "I'm not making. Ten men charged the open gates with automatic weapons. One man checked the gate house as they rushed past and reported it to be empty. The withering return fire from bunkers higher on the hill slowed the men as they rushed through the gate and took up positions. They had no intention of attacking the house. All they needed to do was make it look like the real attack for about 30 minutes before fading back through the gates and make their escape. Eight of them reached their positions to return. He rubbed my clit adding more oil then found my love hole and began to soak it with oil as he inserted a finger in me. It was not long before he had three fingers in me fucking my hole as I covered his oiled fingers with cum. He kept fingering me and then oiled my ass before a finger went up my hole. Now Bob knew I loved my ass and pussy finger fucked at the same time and he was ramming and making me cum so hard.His teeth found my tits and as he invaded my holes he sucked my tits and i was. When they reached the front door, he turned and said in a well-modulated tone, ‘This is exactly why I won’t stay, Marcheline. You’re out of control — much too unpredictable… You knew I was married when we started this affair, but you couldn’t be discreet, could you?’ he asked, then went on without giving her mother a chance to respond. His face twisted with sarcasm as he said, ‘Nooo, you just had to call my house, didn’t you? It was of the utmost importance that you speak with me in the middle.