How could he do such a foolish thing? He knew about the trains. He knew. She closed her eyes. Oh, Robert, Robert, how could you? She shuddered again i...voluntarily, put both hands on the dresser top and leaned forward until her forehead touched the cool looking glass. Then she stood up straight, smoothed down her cotton dress and faced another day as her older son padded into her room rubbing his eyes.In mid-morning Caroline asked her nearest neighbor to send over her older daughter to look. I needed to rise up and tuck it under, but he was by my side before the thought of doing it entered my mind, I was in a classical caught moment, so I decided to brave it out.'Good morning darling', I said unabashed, noting he was staring at the expanse of bared flesh on show.I started to type again and he looked into the screen as I started writing, 'What is that', he asked innocently, my eyes frantically scanning this page for anything sexual, but to my horror, he was pointing to my vagina,. The guy is cold, real cold. He was sent after some Mexicans, and we heard he totally destroyed a house, a helicopter, and all the main guys from a couple of big drug cartels. When he gets back here, he's going to be tough to catch, but I can tell you, he's gonna want his money and he is dangerous."John and I looked at each other, and John asked, "What's his name and what is your boss' name?" No one knows that shooter's name. He goes by the 'Master.' That's what he wants everyone to call him. He. ..it was so perverted I couldn't comprehend it.By now I was crying hysterically. The tears were burning my eyes. They paid absolutely no attention to my pleading.Through my tears I could see Rachel quicken the pace of her fingers. Suddenly her body shuddered, a sigh of satisfaction emitted from her lips. She stood up, removed her panties, and walked over to the bed. She removed the gag from my mouth. What a relief, I thought, as I took a big gulp of air. Not for long. She was stuffing her.