She desperately hoped that nobody had read the pages inside, the little notes about sex, about how she figured a man should feel, about how she wanted...to make love to her father (step-father technically). It hadn't been touched so she hoped nobody, especially her father, had seen her dark little secret. Her mind was also on her mother, and how the last few years it'd seemed like the two of them were less lovers, and more roomies now, going through the motions because it was habit, not because. Every step drew me closer to him. My live-in slave, Chris, that is. Closer to the stench of his precum and sweat. I came to a halt once I was in front of him, careful not to block his view of the TV.He tried to say something. I hoped it wasn't anything important because I couldn't make out his muffled words and I wasn't about to unlock his head harness any time soon. He probably didn't even know what he really wanted at that point anyway, so there was no reason to let him speak. The contract. All our wives were now having a lesbian licking and finger fucking session and were getting hot and having sexy lesbian orgasms with each other. It was then that Marjorie gave us the nod to join in.Straight away young Mark was onto Elizabeth and he spread her posh stocking clad legs and began to poke his long nine inch cock right up her open moist posh cunt lips. She cried out as he mounted her and eased his cock inch by inch up her cunt, she thrashed about and rolled her eyes as she was. Now he’s sick and it’s likely that he’ll die in prison.”“He’s a drug dealer and worse. I have no sympathy for him or any of the others. What about bail?”“No…they got our strictest judge and I was able to use Mrs. Haynes’ journal as proof that they had the means to get out of the country. Haynes and his wife have more than ten million in the Caymans. Jeremy has four million. Parsons and Wilson have about three each. That was enough to convince the judge that they were flight risks so no.