“The cello is one of my favorite instruments. I love the sound. Sometimes it sounds like a wise old man speaking to me.” “Would you like to hear...me play something for you, even though I am not a wise old man?” “I’d love that and you’re right, you certainly don’t look like a wise old man.” “Oh, and what do I look like?” She stood up, shifting one hip to the side and posed like a sexy model with one hand on the back of her head causing her tits to strain the tight sweater. She stepped towards me. It was Jay. Just the sound of his voice had my whole body reacting."So, whiteboy, I haven't heard from ya since I pounded your pussy the last time. Where the hell have you been? Yeah, well, boy, I've got some work for you to do. Be over here in thirty minutes." The phone line went dead.Less than a half hour later, I was knocking on Jay's door. He answered it wearing just a pair of jockey shorts, his well defined muscular chest bare. I felt my cock, which had been at half mast on the drive to. What didn't meet the eye was a very twisted and some might even say sick view of sexual activities and the things that Marie did and engaged in were mind-boggling.But, things have a way of catching up with people, and Marie's secret life finally caught up with her too. What happened this time might also have remained secret except for its retelling here.What Marie had planned for the weekend was going to be a "girls only" sexually-depraved weekend where Marie and several of her lesbian/bisexual. ”“Are we talking about Nazi war loot, Elsa?”“Yes. That is one of the terms used for these assets. That is the reason why Hans and I didn’t feel we owned those assets. It is also one of the reasons why it has been so difficult for us to return the assets to their proper owners. Hans and I didn’t want to be linked to the assets, as our real backgrounds might become known to the authorities and to those people we didn’t want to find us.“What we did for many years was recover a few of the items the.