Let me call Joyce. Maybe we can stay in the guest house at her grandmother’s place. I’ll make all the calls tomorrow.”June 10, 1987, Chicago, Il...inoisMy wives and I were relaxing in the sauna.“I talked to Joyce and Mr. Shaughnessy today. Everything is set. I just owe him one favor.”“What’s that?” Jessica asked.“That I talk to Colonel Anisimova about coming to work for him.”“Is that all? I figured he wanted you for his daughter!” Jessica laughed.“He knows I’m married, Babe! That might not. Sara and Tom’s routine was completely disrupted one morning when Sara pulled open the draw containing her underwear and with that prickly feeling of fear crawling across her skin she stared down at a foreign set of black latex that was definitely not hers. Pinned to the panties was a simple note – no frills, just a few brief line of words scrawled across a scrap of paper, as if to remind her to buy some groceries on the way home. It simply said: ‘Wear these today. Ricky.’ Sara recoiled from. The Immersive Text starts by clicking on Follow Courtney, then Follow YOU. Thank you,)Courtney Jones stood nude and wet from a shower in front of the mirror in her bed room smiling. Her long strawberry blond hair was pulled into two long pigtails that made her look younger than her eighteen years. Her C-cup breasts stood proudly from her otherwise lithe frame. Her mother and father always claimed she had a smile of an angel, and she had enough compliments that it was probably true. Her legs. Then of course I would start driving her to secret rendezvous at very nice hotels and large estates. She only had one or two affairs a week. She would ask for the use of my private suite on occasion too. Then Melinda started bringing some of her male friends into the limousine where I could watch her on the monitor. I often got the impression that Melinda was showing off for me. She would get totally naked while the guy just pulled his cock out and fucked her. Afterwards she would lie on the.