"Why are you down here at this time of night?"The husband looked up from his coffee."Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were on...y 16?" he asked."Yes, I do," she replied. The husband paused. The words were not coming easily."Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?" Yes, I remember," said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.The husband continued. "Do you remember when he shoved that shotgun in my face and said,. "I've always wanted to fuck that beautiful ass of yours."* I stiffle a moan as he pulls my hair, exposing my pale neck. "Fuuuuuck."* I feel his grin against my neck. "Call me Daddy you fag, call me Daddy and I'll fuck that tight ass of yours."* I shake my head, refusing to submit. "Say it!" He bites my neck- hard.* "Fuck! Fuck me. Please fuck my cock loving ass daddy!" * He growls and shoves me over the back of a couch; pulling my jeans to down my thighs. He pulls his hard dick out; eight. I'm sure he does that so he can keep his wife unaware of what he's doing, but still be able to get off when alone.When we got back to the house, we both took showers to relax. I just put on gym shorts with no underwear because I didn't plan to keep them on very long. We met back in the living room a few minutes later to allegedly watch a movie, but I had already set up my laptop on the coffee table. Glen was wearing lounging pajamas and a t-shirt.My plan was to let him read some of my porn to. Those men who were killed back there on the job didn't know that there was a war on. They were murdered, and I don't think that the men responsible are going to just meekly surrender their toe-hold on this planet when World Traders has been chased out." You mustn't say such things," Audrey cautioned fearfully. "Mr. Jordan would be furious if he could hear you." Mr. Jordan had just better not hear about it, then. What else can you tell me about this set-up?" I don't know whether I should tell.