’ ‘Now, Miss Burghley, don’t be morbid, please,’ Edward feels himself blush, burning up under her touch, the thought of his late employer’s... probable reaction humiliating, ‘I really must get back to work. People will talk.’ ‘Good,’ her mouth is inches from his face, her lips grazing his cheek, ‘I hope they do. All these society functions are such a drag.’ Edward pulls away, stepping backward, righting himself. The china rattles nervously. ‘I’ll get the tea, Ma’am.’ She nods, watches him scan. 00 - $750,000.00. 'Just barely adequate', he mused, 'the real reward is watching my enemies eat dirt, as their plans for my destruction are ground into the dust of their ancestor's dreams.'Meanwhile in the former USSR, Sergey Aleksey Makorov and his team of Russian Mafia IT technicians are trying out the latest 100 or so 'Cracker / Hacker' codes on everything from government databases to local Bank Branches. 'Thank my Grandfather's brass testicles for a troglodyte boss, the moron is a dream. "We've always dreamed of meeting a really pervertedand depraved couple like yourselves", they excitedlytold us, "and it's an ideal time because one ofthe mares is on heat and the stallion is so horny".We had coffee and then it was suggested that we go to see the stallion that was to fuck me.I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the stallion withit's massive, hard cock swinging beneath its body."It's too big! It's huge", I gasped in dismay."But in your photo your cunt looked huge", one of the guys. Patricia contented herself with circling her clit while her friend was pounded and fucked; her head resting between Patricia’s wet thighs from her recent outburst.Patricia looked into the manic eyes of Mr Evans, his lips turning up at the edges, his teeth clasped together and showing white from between his lips, his eyes fixed on the pistoning motion of his cock and his hands grasping Melissa’s waist ever harder; his hands squeezing and sinking into her glorious flesh.“I hope this is teaching.