Gibson was aroused by the sight. He chuckled and said, “I suppose we should introduce everyone here. The woman you are laying on is Marcy. I just hi...ed her today. Marcy, this is Ava, my secretary and Mr. Lewis, our client, as you have already determined. Mr. Lewis spoke next. His words falling like rocks in the room. “As much as I would love to continue with this, I have a plane to catch. I will be back in two weeks. I hope we can pick up where we left off when I return.” Everyone agreed that. As I approached my bedroom I saw Chantelle’s reflection in the mirrored wardrobe, she was standing there caressing her body dressed in MY dark blue satin panties and matching bra. She obviously didn’t here me come in as she was now starting to pull the front of MY panties up the crack her pussy and mumbling something, then she let go of them and slid her hand into MY panties and started to finger herself. I could not believe what I was seeing, here was this beautiful young girl I pay $100.00 a. By 7.30 the place was tidy and the ladder in its cupboard, he sat watching the news a beer in hand. It was just 7.45 when he heard the bathroom door close. He rose, and on arrival in the hall found her stood cuffs and collar in place and wearing her oldest blue night attire. Nothing was said as he attached the rope to the wristlets, she stood under the beam that he had erected across the manhole to the attic. He asked… “ready?” she nodded he pulled on the rope and her arms were soon raised,. The rounds ripped the hell out of the church and made a hell of a ballistic crack as they passed overhead. It was impressive that even after penetrating the wall most of them were still supersonic and made me dream of having a rifle that fired that round. I hunkered down behind some shit and hoped like hell I didn't get hit...Flashback – Masha – At the old Orthodox ChurchI could not believe that the idiots in the BTR 80 opened fire on the church with the 14.5mm machinegun; didn't they realize.