That’s the stick.”“But it’s all bullshit!” I protested.“You know it; I know it; they know it. But if they arrest me they can impound ALL o... my personal funds and force me to hire a Chief Investment Officer to run Spurgeon until I’m cleared. And that could take years.”“Tell them to fuck off,” I said.“As I said, I already did. I have my attorneys working on it. Trust me, I’m clean and so is Spurgeon. The new guy has to show he’s got a big dick and the thought of stealing billions from me is. Underneath Stacie of course wore his original soft cup Junior Missy Olga bra, though he now had a choice of a peach, pink and yellow colored bra in addition to his original white bra. His panties were all cotton in the French-cut bikini style of the Hanes For Her brand. They seemed made for him the way they clung to the sinuous curve of his hips, disappeared snugly down and between his legs, only to emerge in a jealous vee of bright cotton to hug his tight, cupcake buns. Readying for. He had me remove her thong and push three fingers in her. She was now starting to pant hard.I was told to remove my clothes."Now get your head down between her legs and start licking her cunt." my husband said.I let out a cry. My worst fear was being realised. I froze looking at Ellie's vagina. She moved her hand down and spread her lips apart in anticipation. I still couldn't move. Then Gary came towards me with the baton. He turned to my husband and said "Grab her legs and spread them so I. She sucked in her breath, her eyes widening in fear as she realized he had begun her punishment."You've been naughty, haven't you, slut?" he growled into her ear. "You forgot who is your Sir, and how to speak respectfully to him, didn't you?"She muttered a reply of some sort, her mind racing with fear at his sudden, powerful assertion of control."You'll have to do better than that, slut," again in her ear. He held her so close she could smell the light spice of his cologne and the faint hint of.