The son of a bitch had the nerve to come to my front door. I opened it."Is Buket here?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "So you're the wimp who can...t control his bitch." He said, brushing past me, entering my house.Buket came down stairs and approached the door with a smug look on her face. She stood close to Sam. I had found out his name was Sam Bennett. He was engaged to a rich, divorced woman, who had two kids. I wondered if Buket knew that."My loving husband just threatened me. He told. Danny de Vere was impressed. He'd known he would make the deadline — he'd brought in enough help to make it a certainty — but he hadn't imagined that all the rings would come out so well. He had finished giving the last one a final once-over less than two hours before and they were all as flawless as if he'd made all of them himself.The Dominants' rings were silver bands with a gold chain design across the upper quarter, with a large faceted ruby inset in the center, flanked by large inset. He was in ecstasy. He pulled me up in no time and removed my salwar kameez in a jiffy. Pushing me on the floor of the living room he starting kneading my breasts and biting me. He was rough and I loved every bit of it. He removed my bra and started suckling on my breasts. I removed my panties too and i pushed him down. “Let me ride you” I whispered in between my moans.I slowly let his cock into my pussy and at the same time i was kissing him full on the lips. I loved that feeling of him being. ‘Birth certificate, drivers license…not that you’ll be driving. A social security card, two major credit cards, and a …. passport?’ Glancing over at me he raised a brow but continued talking. ‘All in the name of Mortigan DeLoncre, just as you have requested.’ Sliding the envelope over to me he asked a question that he had asked many times. ‘Are you sure?’ His tone was concerned, soft. Running my hands through my hair I looked at him tenderly as I answered. ‘Yes, I’m sure, Dame.’ He leaned.