YOU WILL SEDUCE AND FUCK YOUR SON BY MIDNIGHT TONIGHT OR YOUR HUSBAND AND DAUGHTER WILL NOT LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW'S SUNRISE!"I let out a sob and covere...d my mouth to stifle it. I struggled to regain control, finally blurting out, "I can't. John would never...for God's sake, I'm his mother!" YOU WILL, CONNIE, YOU WILL FUCK HIM OR THE REST OF YOUR family DIES. PAY ATTENTION NOW. IF YOU TRY AND EXPLAIN TO YOUR SON WHAT IS HAPPENING, YOUR HUSBAND AND DAUGHTER DIE. SHOULD YOU CALL YOUR HUSBAND OR. Only my clothes and toiletries remained. No note was left. No explanation.Of course no explanation was needed. The marriage had been over for months by the time I came home to an empty house that day.I checked the bank accounts and found half of the funds gone, just as I would have expected from a person like I was married to. I was married but not for much longer I thought.This was the night I began praying.I prayed every night for the next two weeks, then three weeks, then a month, then six. The two men have not said a word to each other but the sexual attraction is obvious as Jill’s man speaks for the first time, “Two gorgeous, older, naked women want to watch me blow your nine-inch cock. Would you like that?”“Yes, yes, do it, I am rock hard for you.”“What’s your favourite position?”“Lying on my back on the bed, we can all watch in the mirrors.”“Your cock is awesome,” Jac says as he licks Mitch’s balls after placing a pillow under his arse.“Fucking awesome,” Jac whispers as we. Nick sat back in his chair. "So far so good," he thought. "He appears confident in me and is supportive. I'm glad I've got his backing if I have to call in the police."He looked at his diary for the next day's appointments. Nine o'clock George Roberts. Eleven-thirty Graham Dibbens, Managing Director Port of Liverpool. Two thirty Arthur Honey."Tomorrow sees the start of the blood-letting." He smiled grimly. "I also need to see what's going on at the port this evening."He did that after dinner.