I had now been eleven months with this life of my life, which had passed in one continued rapid stream of delight: but nothing so violent was ever mad... to last. I was about three months gone with a child by him, a circumstances would have added to his tenderness, had he ever left me room to believe it could receive an addition, when the mortal, the unexpected blow of separation fell upon us. I shall gallop post-over the particulars, which I shudder yet to think of, and cannot; to this instant,. “Nadia, we have filmed every aspect of your ordeal here with hidden cameras. The footage shows you in unwilling situations, true, but it also shows you as a wanton slut, begging us to fuck you with our big black cocks This is the contract that you and your husband need to sign before we can release you. It is dated three days ago and states that you are both consenting to being filmed and that you have, of your own free will, been acting in an adult film portraying your capture and sexual. " Who?" I looked up to see her hands on either side of the newspaper staring down at it."Dad. My dad is in the fucking mob." What?" I asked as I hopped down to look over her shoulder."Some reporter figured out that Dad's been keeping two sets of books, paying for more workers than show up at the job site, leasing the same equipment to multiple clients at the same time. He's been laundering money for organized crime and paying political people to ignore what he's doing."I couldn't close my mouth. Without waiting for a response, my hand drifted between her legs as she generously spread them. "Eager are we?" I said with a chuckle as my hand past through the wetness that flowed down her legs.Somewhat bold of me, but by this point, what wasn't, I kissed her cheek and whispered "Good girl." As my hand rubbed around her leg, my lips drifted from her cheek to her neck and kissed lightly up and down it. My lips parted as I bit her once, then again, harder though. On one of my bites, I felt her.