Big mistake.Claire recovered quickly as I lay on the mat, and grabbed each of myfeet and stood up. There she stood menancingly between my legs. "Wha...tdo you think Robin? Should I squash his little cock?" Paralyzed withfear, I waited for Robin's reply.But Claire didn't wait for Robin's answer. Instead she stepped downwith all her weight on my left thigh, near my groin. The pain wasincredible. Then again. And again. She continued assualting my leftthigh until there were tears coming from. "Well, how do you like watching your aunt get dog fucked?" she asked brightly. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head saucily to one side.Martin sat very, very still. Better react, he thought, "You bitch," he rasped. "You evil, filthy, dirty, diseased sow of a slut. When I get out of this -- " Don't be so sure you will," grinned Anne. "And anyway, don't use up all your best threats just yet. Wait and see what I do to auntie dear next!" With that she turned and flounced off, wagging. Add that to the fact that she is obviously the object of his desire makes her even wetter. Her head is swimming, and she barely makes if back to the bed without driving her hand down between her thighs.Oh no, please don’t. You know everything you imagine, I see too right? It’s bad enough that image is already seared into my mind.But there is no way Penelope is going to sleep anytime soon now. What she has just seen is playing over and over again in her mind. She cannot help herself. She slides. Andy sent the Blackhawk.On the way back to the embassy, Andy and I stopped at the lumber yard. The owner supplied a name and number and even called to set up an appointment; the stone contractor would be there when we got there.Andy and I were meeting with the contractor when I could hear the Blackhawk in the distance. The contractor had not had work in two months and desperately needed work. He could start as soon as he got his equipment. A handshake was all he needed and he got it.The chopper.