By the time the flat-bed wrecker arrived and picked up the Excalibur, and one of George’s assistants arrived to give him a ride back into town, we h...d been invited to spend the next two days on set, in their hastily acquired sound stage, watching the interior shots being set up and filmed.Abby and I walked George out to meet his ride and promised to show up bright and early to watch the filming of his movie. I could feel Abby’s excitement as we shared kitchen duties, getting supper ready. She. I could live happily on my business dealings. I made a living liquidating top end household appliances, especially refrigerators and TV’s that were “last years” models. New models come out and manufacturers have old stock to get rid of. I had the connections to move it and provide the instant cash so they didn’t have to hold the paper or store old goods. My customers were buying new goods at half the old price that they could still get top dollar for, and the key to all of it was cash deals. My. And she found herself helping him. She had his rhythm and she jammed her pussy back into him. “Are you my slut Sarah? Tell me!” he demanded.“I’m your slut sir!!” she grunted in response.“Who owns this pussy Sarah?” he continued, clearly enjoying quizzing her with her in the throws of a mind scrambling pounding.“You own it sir! You own my pussy Mr. Michaels” she managed to stammer. She knew she didn’t have much longer.“Tell me you want to be my little whore!” he demanded.“Please let me be. "I completely understand, my dear; but that's not my concern. It's up to you to tell him whatever you like. However, I will offer one little suggestion, given the fact that we are going to be spending so much time together over the next couple of months; consider picking a big fight with him and then walk out on him in a huff. When he contacts you, as I know he will, tell him you need some time and space to 'sort things out." He said."You're crazy! I would never do that to him!" Well, think.