Seeing her husband beaten, bloody and restrained she stood frozen for a couple of seconds and then started backing off. Benjamin pointed the gun at he.... “I think you want to join this little party, lady. Please, do us the honour.”The woman stood silent. Her options were limited. Perhaps she could outrun the bullet. But that was still leaving her husband at the mercy of a lunatic in their living room. Quietly, she raised her arms in a calming motion.“It’s OK, Benjamin, it’s OK. I am not going. "My mothers name is Jean, just let her watch TV and she will be happy, preferably the cartoons. I will be as quick as I can." Don't rush, take your time. I'm not going anywhere, so Jean will be company for me," I said as she left towards the lift. I had just closed the door before I realised I didn't even know her name, or what apartment she lived in."Hi Jean I'm Stefan," I said to the old woman as she sat with her knees close together sitting on the edge of the sofa."Where's John, he makes me. Reinhardt hoped to keep the young man in his service, until then. He knew of the banishment Joerg was under, and he knew it was only for another year. The young man would want to go home, at least to see his parents, Reinhardt realised. The point would be to induce him to return. Perhaps, a local girl would be inducement enough? Reinhardt doubted that. He had family, in the North, in that free republic of peasants. It had to be a hard life, though, shielding the land against the incessant. His hands ran up and down my sides, occasionally finding my breasts and rubbing them. I couldn’t hold back for very long. I came once, twice, a third time, all within the space of a couple of minutes. He was very talented with that tongue of his. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I sat up and brought his face to mine and kissed him deeply, smelling and tasting my juices on his face and lips. I pulled back long enough to get him to stand up, where I took his incredibly hard cock, already.