" "It's not your car any more. It is up to me to do with it as Isee fit. A maid doesn't ride around in Cadillac. Does she?" "No, I guess not." "Do ...ou know what the other papers were? Did you read any ofthem?" "No, mistress, I didn't read any of them. What were they for?" "One was a quit claim deed for this house. Another was toterminate your bank accounts and turn them over to me. Another wasnaming me President of your company and transferring ownership tome. Another was an agreement that. He immediately started blushing and saying he was sorry. I grabbed his face and pulled it into mine. I couldn't get enough of him, I kept kissing him and flicking my tongue around in his mouth and he started to do the same. As we stood there pressed together I'm pretty sure I felt his cock getting hard and press into me. I wanted to grab it, but I just pressed harder into him.The next night at work started a little awkward, Tom was a little shy about what had happened. That went away as. " You want her, she's yours!" With that, the man pushed the woman toward me and turned to run.He managed to get about three steps before he was sufficiently clear of Lady Sinola to take a shot at him with my revolver. Of course, I used a bullet instead of the shotgun so that I would not shoot her accidentally. I fired quickly, but I did manage to hit where I was aiming—his right hip. The bullet tore into him and he fell on his face. He screamed in pain, but I ignored him: he was not going. Her panties were out of sight, probably on the floor the way she had her legs spread. She was leaning back on the toilet seat with three fingers sliding through her wet slit and her left hand mauling her breast. She must have been pinching her nipple -- it was red, and stuck out like a cherry on a sundae. Her eyes were closed, and I got an immediate erection from the scene. Her fingers started going faster again, and she flipped her thumb against her nipple as she muttered "fuck him, don't need.