"I don't care for your money Miss Fontaine. Or should I just call you Isabelle. There is something else I want," Manuel smiling wickedly. Isabelle kne... what he was going to do. He intended to rape her."Let's go to your bedroom," Manuel still pointing his gun towards her. Isabelle walked towards in front of him, leading them both to her bedroom.They were inside isabelle's bedroom. "Now take off your clothes Isabelle," Manuel making a clcking sound with his gun. Isabelle surrendered. She did not. "That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea" Tristan smirked and started making love to me. "Mhmm Tristan! just like that baby" I moaned. *end of flashback*I shuddered at the memory. If I remember rightly I came an extra four times that night and thankfully I managed to make Tristan cum twice more before we were both shattered. I chuckled at the sight I had replayed in my mind. I hoped that today wouldn't be any different from the norm but boy was I wrong. Tristan was late home from work and. Please don't stop! It was in the army..." The former teensidekick spat several times onto the butler's dick and resumed stroking him."I was young, barely out of my teens and drunk. My bunkmate and I returnedto barracks one night... Oh, damn, that feels so GOOD miss!"Robin had begun to swirl her hand around and around his glans, as her otherhand pumped his shaft. She was SO going to make this old codger explode! Shethought!"He... he sucked.... sucked me and then convinced me to put my dick up. "Of course everything isn't okay," she replied as she took a deep breath, "If everything was okay, I wouldn't be about to do what I'm about to do."Do? Do what?*No way. You have got to be fucking kidding me."What are you talking about?" I said, stunned as I stared at my mother who was standing in front of me looking embarrassed and determined at the same time. There was a buzzing in my head like my brain was trying to make some sort of sense of what she had just told me.Mom had turned bright red.