Joe had been watching the house for a while now. It had taken a few months for the information he required to come back from the investigator. During ...hat time he’d done his own homework on the mansion. Even though the urge had almost overpowered him, he’d skipped on the war paint and breechclout. Instead he wore jeans and a black t-shirt. He’d waited around until the last of the help had gone on home, then slipped inside. High tech security was no match for a guy with the money to learn how to. Jeannie laughed out loud, showing the small remote control she had in her hand, ?Good boy, I guess that proves you did as you were told. Not that I had any real doubts, but it’s nice to know for sure. OK, so here is the deal. I am staying at a hotel at the top of the street. Meet me in the bar downstairs there for lunch at noon. Don’t be late. And tonight I need you to get off work as early as you can as I will need your services for a couple of hours at least. That is all.? She got up and. I wanted to go down there and smash his face in, but I held my anger in check. I'd get my revenge, but it would be my way. I'd had several friends who had gone through divorces and they had been raped and left bleeding by the courts and the lawyers and I was determined that it wasn't going to happen to me. But I needed the right pictures and I needed Amy to get Jason up to the bedroom where the video camera could tape them. Pictures with sound are so much better than stills, but I still needed. He bites and sucks at her flesh, his beard raking against the soft lips of her pussy. She has never been taken so roughly before and is feeling really slutty, which is a new edge to sex. Usually her love life revolves around sensual pleasure and sensitivity. This is so different; it’s raw and basic, almost animal like. She lifts her face and looks up to her lover, asking again for him to make it stop, but he mouths 'sorry….. just let him'. If only he knew she was loving every minute of it. Jon.