He stood behind me. I felt him there, a wolf about to pounce on me. A wicked heat washed out of my pussy. I trembled. I looked over my shoulder at him... my strawberry-blonde hair swaying around my face. His smile only grew. A twinkle gleamed in his eye.“What are you doing, husband?” I asked as his hands grabbed my skirt.“You look a little nervous,” he said. “While I think you need to glow.”Greta giggled beside me. “Master, you are going to ruin her dress.”He drew up the satin skirt. It rustled. ”“Hmm; that sounds like fun. I could torment your little pussy when daddy is talking to us Kate. If that doesn’t get him pissed I don’t know what will.”“You’re just trying to get him to spank and fuck us Zoe.”“Yep; sure am.”“I’ve put some batteries in them so maybe you can entertain each other on your boat trip today. Sorry, but I’m going to have to kick you out, I’ve got things to do before daddy and whoever the bloke is that he’s bringing with him.”“Maybe he’ll be cute and you can fuck him. .. and me. And your father, Stacey ... Manfred Schultz, the Jew with the most German name I’ve ever seen on one. He will help us construct our new world order and he’ll grow to love it, too,” I caught myself preaching, but then I was raised by a Baptist minister, wasn’t I (well, until he ran away)?“How, other than the Simon Says bit and the use of our bodies, I’m curious?” Stacey inquired, “I trust you, Master, but I want to be sure that I know enough of the game plan to be able to help it in. ‘‘There are ten directors. The original directors put up the money to start the banks. One hundred million each for a total of one billion dollars. All transactions are in US dollars. The bank charges three percent and we don’t do transactions less than one million dollars. That is the return that is divided between the directors.‘‘There is only one way to become a director and that is to buy out a director who wants to retire - or his estate if he dies - for the original one hundred million.