There was no shaking in her hand, here was a woman very used to handling a gun.“Picked the wrong house this time!”Alice said, she saw me look at t...e gun and smiling said,“Yes, it’s loaded and even if I was a rubbish shot, I wouldn’t miss from this range!”Waving the gun, she pointed towards a chair in the corner,“Sit there, while I decide what I am going to do with you!”Walking towards the chair I still hadn’t spoken but broke my silence as I asked,“What are you going to do?”The sneer that came. "Ellen went on, "The house is mine, just as Heather is my wife. She doeswhat a good wife should. I have learned as an executive no one should berewarded for just doing their job. I don't want to sound heartless healready gets room and board and I am so generous I gave her a car and ano limit credit card. She can buy anything she wants. She lives apretty good life. Heather has it made, a beautiful bedroom her privatebath. Her closet is full of designer clothes. I mostly ignored herwhile. With her arms above her head, the lovely curves of her hourglass figure is visible to me, and very arousing. Her breasts are simply magnificent, definitely worthy of my attention. her pussy, her shaved pussy is so wet from it's fucking, never mind that Heather wasn't a willing participant. Before I had rolled her onto her back, some of my cum had seeped out of her ass and dripping down around her pussy. When I spread her legs, the streaks of my cum around her pussy lips drives me wild. I must. ”Emily’s star was in the ascendance. At nineteen she was the socialite teen queen of New York’s Upper East Side. These days she was starting to get more magazine cover than her mom. She felt this attempt at a family get together was nothing but a crass attempt by her mother to get press attention for her Mickey mouse TV show here in the shit hole of the world. But Emily liked this game. She loved making her new stepfather squirm and she just knew how he looked at her“Maybe I’d be more pleasant.