Turning back to Richard I saw the amusement inhis eyes."You do make a perfect picture of a lovely trophy wife that any of themen in here would desire ...ossessing and showing off as a status symbol totheir moneyed peers. I am very proud of you and proud to being seenherewith such a lovely girl."The waiter interrupted his words by standing ready for our orders.Looking at me he asked, "What would the lady be having?" I will have..."Quickly, Richard interrupted me and with a stern tone in his voice. About a week later, one message came back wanting to know who had hired Confidential Investigations. This one was from the regional director. Another message came back with a request for detailed information. This one was from the top of the system's food chain, namely, the office of the Secretary of Human Services. That was all I ever got, but the latter message was enough to whet my appetite for blood.I sent off another message to the Secretary's office with a detailed listing of the charges. It fell like they were shovinga flagpole into me. I would have screamed if it weren't for the cock burieddown my throat. I could feel someone spreading the lips of my pussy. Therewere at least two hands spreading the lips apart and another trying to forceits way into me. I felt my pussy scream with pain as the fist force its wayinto me. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I could feel anotherhand pushing against my clit just above the fist that was inside of me. I felttwo fingers. Back on the boats, the Captain of the Irish Bell prepared his men to be on watch from the highest point on the big yacht. He had sufficient men to have two men on watch all night. Steve made up a two on - four off watch list with his ladies and I used Ben and Carl on Dewey's boat to also make us on a two on - four off schedule, but I planned on staying up most of the night anyway. This was kind of my problem and not the rest of the families'. The three groups on watch would stay in.