You do what I say, and give me what I want, and Ill take care of your financial problems. At least the organizational ones. We might even save the com...any. But as of now, since you dont really have a choice, your wifes ass is mine. Samantha thought John wanted her to work for him, and was confused, until he walked behind her, and sank his hands into her tits. Then she understood clearly. Oh my god! Mark! &hellip,.. Mark!…..Do something! Samantha cried, not that loudly, but definitely with. I knew she hadn't whipped them up in the kitchen, although I'd already learned there was very little Mrs. D couldn't do. Fermin, their driver, had gone into town first thing that morning to pick up a couple of dozen at the French bakery."Here you are, Mrs. D." Thanks, Maria."Persephone's mom took a croissant, inspected it, and took a bite and chewed, slowly and thoughtfully, a little smile around her eyes."I love croissants."I looked at Persephone, who was watching her mother and smiling."OK,. My heart was pounded again, I’ve wanted this for so long. He continued with the pressure and I felt his finger ease into my arse. My body fought it but I relaxed and he entered further, slowly moving his finger in and out. It stung at first, but the longer he did it, the more pleasurable it became. I moaned against the gag and he pulled his finger out of my arse with a pop. “Now, slut, you are ready.” He placed his hand on my hips, positioning himself. I felt the tip of his, now hard, cock. Her relationships were usually short lived and more often than not ended in disaster, and it hurt him more than he could even admit to himself to see her pain.Since his departure from the fashion circuit and the world travel it entailed, his bed partners had diminished in number. Not that he slept with the models, God... he would prefer to masturbate rather then go to bed with one of them, but the makeup girls and fitters and hairdressers he met at every shoot had kept him active enough. Since.