George had also finished the documents that Erica needed to file for her tax returns too but he needed to check that she was happy with them before he...sent them off. At least that was what he told himself. It was only professional after all and not in any way related to the fact that he was looking for an excuse to see her again.Erica smiled as she put down the phone on their telephone conversation. She knew what he was doing; she had plenty of experience of "pushy subs" as she called them but. She’d lost a lot of black powder to a flood that swept through it at a disastrous camp out several years ago. There was a footlocker style safe inside and to one corner. A screw stake in the ground secured the safe by a chain and lock.“I guess that you have a tempered steel tiedown with that safe.” Clint theorized. He continued when she nodded. “No bolt cutter would touch them. I see a real metal combination dial too. You won’t be breaking into that anytime soon.”She spun the combination dial. She’ll think I’m a whore.” “You’re not a whore dear. You’re a very sexy young lady. Now climb on Scott’s cock.” “Okay.” Violet climbed on top of my husband’s cock. She positioned herself and eased her pussy down on his cock. Her pussy was stretching and accommodating his length. I sat behind her and held her breasts. I kissed her neck and pulled on her stiff nipples. She was making all kinds of sounds, while we both were pleasuring her. She seemed to be enjoying all of our efforts. “Her. " No Julie. I will wait twenty-five years if I have to, just to have you back."He still wants me even when we are old. "Okay, twenty-five years from now, I will meet you in front of the soda fountain and we can come together again. Until that time I won't see or hear from you unless you send me divorce papers. If you do, we will just go our separate ways. For the time being, we will be married, but living single. I still want to be Mrs. Jake Hanson until you say otherwise." What about sex? I.