By forty-five he owned wells on three continents. I lived in a mansion in Houston, Texas. At twenty-five I had no illusions that I was a trophy wife. ...y parents knew I was a beauty and for my high school graduation present gave me a nice pair of D-sized tits. A modeling agency took me in, and my face made four national magazine covers before I met Jack at a movie premier. His money overwhelmed me. The private jets, the parties, and the restaurants seduced me and in three months we were. I had invited my sweet Ana to come with me; but she said that if I was going to be away from home a couple days, she could visit an old girlfriend meanwhile. So I agreed and left by myself…After the meeting I had a couple hours to kill before going dinner. I felt bored at the lobby bar, having a drink. Then I saw her…She was a beautiful sexy middle aged woman, with a very nice round ass and huge tits poked against the tight material of her sweater. I sensed I needed to grab her and lay her on. The rope slid between her pussy lips and dug gently into her folds. Zoe reacted as any woman would have at the unexpected intrusion; she stood up on her toes and was shocked for an instant. She tried to read why I had stimulated her most sensitive and private area with the rope, by the look in my eyes. She smirked and said, “Smartass. It seems that there is more to this rope stuff than meets the eye. And, I think there is more to you, rope guy, than meets the eye. Not sure if it’s a good thing. We just had to mount guards and make sure that strangers were kept away. This was expensive, but we considered it just another cost of doing business. Guards were sometimes shot at and they shot back whenever they could. We never suffered any casualties and we never heard if we caused any, but we did stop the vandalism. None of our neighbors were bothered, much, so we assumed that we were the primary target because of my anti-KKK activity. This harassment never stopped me from opposing them!My.