But anything was better than having everyone find out what I had been doing with the dildo. It would have been less of a scandal if I'd gotten pregnan....We turned off the road onto a narrow drive and pulled up in front of a ratty looking house. He flicked his tongue out at me."Ready to get fucked, cunt?"I scrunched down in the seat looking away from him. "Answer me you whore!" he yelled in my face."Y...l yes." I squeaked.He glared at me, then he grabbed my hair and jerked me around to face. Of course she was right. We'd already tried out the small wind turbine generators she ordered. They were small so she insisted on two. They both worked great back home in East Texas and if the wind I'd felt up on the plateau was any indicator I was going to have plenty of electricity.The things were much smaller than I'd have thought and it all worked by magic, or at least automatically. All I had to do was top a nearby tree up on the upper plateau and mount one. The blades were only five feet. He got down on a knee — careful of his suit — and looked across the way to the ashes and ruins of the destruction. Still surrounded by police tape, still being investigated by the humans. Perhaps they’d find something? If they did, Jessy would notify him; Invictus had their eyes and ears on everything the police touched, after all. No word though, and likely that the police wouldn’t find anything anyway, not with no evidence. A burned down old apartment building wasn’t exactly uncommon.But. ‘Mmm, I just love it when your cum splashes against my ass,’ Rosaria said when she felt his orgasm subside. ‘Now it’s your turn to clean me up,’ she said, wriggling her ass and pussy at him, covered with his cum, her own pussy juices soaking her thighs. ‘Turn-about is fair play,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey said with a laugh as he dove into his wife’s swampy pussy, slurping up most of the cum cocktail immediately, then paying careful attention to her rosebud, making sure it was spic & span,.