His throbbing cock was coated in her sweet, white juices, and the noise of her wetness mixed with his moans. "Uh fuck you're so good!" He groaned, his...hips working harder and faster. A twitch on her face, a slight groan. Then, the fluttering of her eyelids as she stirred. Like a switch had been flicked, she was conscious again. Eyes wide with fear, mouth agape in a silent scream. "There you are, you fucking slut!" He laughed, voice thick and heavy. He didn't stop fucking her, brutally raping. Adele was tall and slim with small but perky tits with eraser size nipples. All in all, she was actually very attractive I wanted in those poker games but needed a stake. Adele had explained that a minimum of five-hundred dollars would be required to get in. I was down to my last fifty dollars. I needed a plan. And Adele came up with a plan. She would clean out the diner’s cash after its busiest day on Saturday and claim she was robbed. The plan worked to perfection and the proceeds were just. ‘Now you can drive like a true master,’ they both said in unison. ‘Why a Jaguar?’ he asked a bit confused after recovering from shock. ‘Because it’s the family crest, we thought you had noticed the mural on the bedroom ceiling.’ ‘I guess you will have to give me another tour,’ he suggested with a laugh. ‘I’m sorry, what’s wrong with me, thank you this means a lot to me,’ he hugged them both. ‘What happened to my old car?’ ‘We had it fixed and will be donated to a local charity,’ replied. I spent all Friday evening working out what I wanted, and what I could, and couldn’t do. On Saturday I was up at six, took off my nightie, and cleared it away, with all my other clothes. No clothing was to be visible. After a quick breakfast, and a tidy up, I began. The front door was on the latch, and I closed the door to the lounge. First I opened the panelling, and arranged Steve’s handiwork. Then I placed the paddle, cane etcetera on the floor, in front of where I intended to be..