He'd not made their fortune.She'd judged her husband that he would.Fortune made he could and would never get past The Crash and subsequent conflagrati...n as 1929 turned into a decade of suffering the magnitude quite immeasurable. He'd tried to explain his belief and fears, but, she did not understand. She'd been born to unaffected privilege. "Doll, you worry too much." Kay." As he folded The Wall Street Journal.But, she'd walked away. The stores patiently waiting her arrival, their checkbook in. “I'm so glad you came,” she gushed. She led me by the elbow into the kitchen. “Get yourself a drink, baby,” she said, fixing me a plate. Drink and food in hand I followed her into the dining room. Maria, our bosses thirty four year old wife was already at the table, as was an older black man I didn't know. Maria was a short chubby blonde with pixie-ish face and shoulder length hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was also just showing a baby bump. The black man looked to be in his 40s, with a. .. and I immediately began to react to the attention below my beltline. The fingers tugged my pants down and off my legs, leaving me in a most compromising position. It seemed that I had been tied/cuffed to Erin's bed and was now wearing only my t-shirt, undies and a blindfold... oops, correction; I felt the undies being pulled off my waist, and then felt my hard cock slap back and hit my stomach as it was freed. Was that a soft gasp I heard? For a while it remained very quiet, but I was very. .not a simple man but a man who would do what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted regardless of what logic she was feeling in her head.The sound of a car's engine turning off filled her ears, the silence was almost deafening as she strained to hear anything...a car door opening...closing... It was now time...Shivering, either in nervousness or arousal she didn't know but she had to finish her task...Reaching behind her she managed to find the waiting right handcuff, slipping her right.