She smiled at me. "Take them off yourself, if you can," as she fell back onto the bed. I knelt on the bed next to her. Her hands were now covering her...tits as though she had a shred of modesty."Trying to pretend you're not a slut?" I asked as I wrapped my cock in a rubber."Fuck you," she said and stuck her tongue out. I grabbed her panties. She shut her legs tightly. I pulled her panties from her ass and worked them down her thighs as she squeezed her legs together. She was watching me. At this point I could wait any longer and got down on my knees and took Jordan's cock in my mouth. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted and it fit my mouth perfectly. I could feel the tip of his cock sliding down the back on my throat every time I bottomed out. I couldn't get enough of his cock, but the excitement was so much for me that I needed something more, so I stood up, walked to my bag and pulled out my six inch ribbed dildo and lube. As I lubed up the dildo I looked at. He will have to turn to my company to do the buyout and bail him out because he can’t move the money back into the company with the taxmen watching and having to report it.”“That is a lot of moving parts, Mick.”“I know, but we can pull it off, especially with his $800K in our possession. Have you checked to see if he has parked anymore with you?”“Yeah, he hasn’t. It looks like he only parks the money for a few minutes and then moves it. We got lucky because he was fucking Helen and he left it. Unless she chose the black silken cord. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Marek would let her leave the château and return to her old, lonely life in England if she asked him. The thought repelled her - ohh she desperately missed her young cousins, Nikki and Julie, and her dear aunt Faye too but there was no way she could even THINK of a life without her master. "Go and see Véronique down at the store room - she can help you choose something to wear for the ceremony." To, umm, wear?.