I could feel dampness. I immediately tore of her skirt. She twisted a bit as if she wanted to escape. Once again, I let my hands do the walking over h...r body, slowly tracing her outlines. I took my hunting knife and slid it between the valley of her breasts, grabbing the fabric strip between the cups. The coldness of the steel blade made her quiver. With a single pull I cut through the bra strap, making each cup fall sideways. Before she had time to recover, I did the same on the side of her. ’ I watched as her finger disappeared into her. I wasn’t, I suspected supposed to watch but the sight of her was captivating. She told me to do as she was doing and no one was ever more willing than I at that point. ‘I wrote the book. It’s never been published, in fact you are the only person who has ever read it. It might have been written for you. In fact I wrote it for myself. To try to make sense of myself and the woman I need. Did you feel close to the submissive woman?’ If only she knew. So I made my way… through the house and up the stairs. It was such a hot sight-seeing those flip flops on the top stair waiting for me. But, of course I couldn’t pick them right up… someone was in the bathroom. So I had to wait… They came out and I watched as they completed going down the stairs. I picked up the flip flips and went in for the kill. I pull my hard dick out and made a flip flop sandwich. They as all of Tammy’s shoes felt amazing, smooth, soft and cool to the touch. It wasn’t long. David looked over to Denise who had a smile on her face. “You understood that?” He asked.“No, but I understand how she got the money out of the United States.” She said to him looking at Lana.“ ... Don’t keep me in suspense.” David replied.“Correct me if I’m wrong, Lana?” She asked. Lana nodded her head. Denise looked something up on her phone and started to speak again. “You have the list of donors that give money, endowments, and, like you said, other assets. You do the paperwork for them and.