When her knees started to buckle and her legs felt too wobbly to stand, she gladly accepted a helping hand from the infatuated teenager. "Please, let ...e give you a hand ... help you up to your condo and get you home," Dave whispered and smiled when he noticed her glassy eyes try to focus. "Here's to another Independence Day and may our country remain free."Denise heard the toast and without thinking she followed the teenager's lead. It seemed natural to finish off the drink to bring an end to. I liked to think it was whoever had snatched her. The core of a roll of duck tape under the chair suggested that in spite of that they'd got their own way. Her handbag had been upended on the bed, its contents spread around.I phoned Harry. "I need some help, I said as calmly as I could. "Can you get over here?"To say that Harry wasn't happy when he saw the shambles would be putting it mildly. Certainly his exclamations as he rummaged through the muddle left me feeling sympathetic towards anyone. I did a foot sweep taking her feet from under her and putting her ass on the mat. I rolled her in the process, pulled her arm behind her in an elbow lock and removed the knife from her hand.I pulled het to her knees then grabbed a handful of hair pulling her head back hard. I turned the knife so the sharp side was away from her. I put the knife to the side of her head just at the ear."I could make a small slice here and your brain would die before your heart pumped out of blood. As your brain. I turned on a camera and sat in a red, leather chair. I spread my legs widely, resting them over the opposing arms and ran my right hand down to my pussy as I looked into the lens. "Hi Mark, it's me," I opened while rubbing my pussy. "I haven't fucked you for years. I never really loved you, I just stole you from Vicki because I'm a bitch, and have been spending your money. I want you to know... I want you to know... that I'm a fucking whore. Vicki has tried her best to stop me but in the last.