‘Yes Master.’ He poised himself at my dripping pussy, getting ready to enter. ‘Now I make you mine.’ He entered me swiftly but gently. I felt ... mixture of pleasure and pain. My pussy walls stretched to fit him, and it was a tight fit. James pushedin a little more slowly and hit my hymen. I bit my lip, instinctively reaching out to grab his arms as he began to push through. It hurt a little. ‘Don’t worry, Xiara, I won’t hurt you.’ And with that, he slowly broke my hymen, causing the least. Jason had a heart attack and died. Leaving Carly to take care of Mathew, Megan and Martin on her own. Jason’s life insurance had done a lot to pay off the mortgage but it still left Carly with so much debt she had to keep working.With good financial management she would scrape through. Her main problem was child care. And that is where my wife Marge and I came in. When Carly told us of her problem Marge immediately stepped in, “Well don’t worry dear.” She said, “George and I would love to take. Bye.”After staring at the speakerphone, Carl Fenton looked up and said, “I’ll let Bravo Company know and add it to our list of topics to address in our pre-deployment briefing tomorrow, Mike.”“Bravos 1, and Seal 1, this is Ark 3. Over.”“Bravo 1, go Ark 3. Over.”“Seal 1, go Ark 3. Over.”“Be advised that Bravo 3 reported survivors are seizing stores and shooting at people who approach. Exercise extreme care when approaching buildings that contain resources a survivor may need. Out.”It was early. But someone out there just stole $25,000.It was the fraud hotline that led me to the seamy underbelly of the EFC cyberworld.Every possible thing on earth can be bought with a credit card—drugs, prostitutes, a kidney, a trip to the space station. As long as the vendor has established a merchant bank account, credit cards are good.Having learned from the underworld bosses of prohibition, most of these operate as respectable businesses. Their accounting is meticulous. They pay sales and income.