Slowly, I start massaging your thigh just below your entrance. You slowly close your eyes, your breathing gets heavier and your hips starts move ever ...o slightly. I let my hand slide higher, bringing the towel with me. Your legs part, probably without you realising it and your pussy is now definitely free for him to see, apart from the fact that my hand is making gentle circles over it, gently gliding over your clitoris. You let out a quiet moan and again, your hips start moving, this time. “For us, that is the Cubans. For you, it seems to be your military.” He laughed, a strange sound in the environment. “Your General LeMay should be celebrating, not threatening, as he can again get Cuban cigars. If it were to keep him from wanting to blow up the world, I am happy to buy him the finest of Cuban cigars, from my own wallet.” He paused. “Still being silly, I would have to arrange inspectors to be sure that the Castro brothers do not put explosives in them, or that Che does not kill. I started to stand up and my wife said, “Bend back over the chair and don’t you dare move until I tell you to.”“I sometimes spank my husband too,” the young woman said. “Let me show you some special stuff I have down here.”In about a minute, the woman returned with a big paper shopping bag full of stuff. “Let me demonstrate what I think could be helpful for you. First is this old riding crop.”Then I felt her hit me on my upper thighs and on my exposed penis and balls. “It is good to keep. Why should she keep the house? BULLSHIT! Now I was pissed. I wondered if I could hold it together long enough to find out who this ass hole is and get some evidence that I can use in court. With my concerns for her over the past few days, I had forgotten all about that shoot in Paris, Illinois. I have to cancel that, but I’m not going to tell her, I’ll let her think I’m going, Remembering what I heard on the computer, did she actually say he could come over, …..to our house….probably even in.