"Lola, the crazy bitch below us is a freak. She almost cost me everything and a messy divorce. I stay away from her and keep in my own yard," said Wal...y. "Really, I would have never guessed," I said naively. Wally seemed relieved that he got it off his chest and I got some much needed info. I was Lola's perfect pawn with no entangling alliances. She could do anything to satisfy her perverse sexual cravings. I did not hear from her for a long period of time. Until one day, in the private email. " What did you use cunt, your hand, apaddle?" she continue to pull on myhair." I had a narrow wooden back scratcher,sometimes a wooden spoon, a belt." >> She grabbed my pussy in her hand and squeezed it hard."When you answer me, you use a title of respect, matter or fact, adifferent one every time, and never the same one twice, lets see how good of a slaveyou can really be, you want me to want to see you again, don't you, cunt?" Yes, Mistress I do." She twisted my pussy in her grip."Wrong again. They had several questions.“What is this paragraph about the surrender of all seized property?” General Doyle asked in an expectant voice.“That paragraph is very specific. ALL confiscated property including businesses, farms, houses, money, and ships are to be returned to the original owners by all present or former British Military or government personnel. The property is to be in at least as good of a condition as when it was seized. The person responsible may remove his personal possessions. After looking through a couple of racks I realised where I was and what I was doing. I walked over to Jon and put my coat on. Jon thanked the assistant and said that we might be back, and we left. The assistant said we could call anytime, and thanked us for calling. This was all getting too much for me, and I asked Jon if we could go home. It took us ages to walk back to the car, Ben was getting to be too much for me, and I didn’t want to have an orgasm in the street. When we got into the car.