How about the other two?”“That’s the strange part of my story. I walked out into the garage to speak with Heather my driver and Missy the maid w...s also there talking to her. Missy was asking Heather if she could give her a ride home after work. For some reason, being in the semi-dark garage with two women with my cock and balls on full display was even more embarrassing than usual for some reason. It was just a more intimate situation. Here’s what happened.”“Hi Mr. Robert,” Heather said. Missy. She reached round her legs which were now over her shoulders, positioned him and he pushed into her."Yes!" she gasped. "That's what I want. Now we're one!"Then, "Oh! you've filled me right up, I can feel you. Now, stand up straight, make me truly yours, make love to me."He began the movements she wanted, standing full thrusts alternating with short stabbing mini-strokes, her legs over his arms.She grimaced each time he bottomed out but kept encouraging him,"Yes! Yes! Yes!" with each stroke.He. “Fuck!” she screamed out at the top of her lungs, and frantically dove at the glove compartment of her car for a tissue to remove the wad of his cum that was matted in her tresses. The thick, cloudy gob stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to her long, raven hair. He hadn’t allowed her to tidy up prior to shoving her out the door.Her eyes darted to a movement in the rear view mirror. “Prick,” she muttered under her breath as she watched him exit the motel room and enter his vehicle. “Don’t. Those guys ought to suffer the same thing they put you through. I’d be happy to watch. Better yet I’d like to do it myself.” They lay quietly for a while. Then Dale mused: “If they had gotten me, there would have been no one to figure out what happened and notify the right people. I’m sure I wouldn’t last long under torture; by now Dimitri would have all my software and my designs.” “But you could come up with new ones, couldn’t you?” “When? You think they would let me go? Not a chance. My body.