Staring at the television set on the corner of my desk, I hit rewind and play again. What I was watching was definetely bad news. Recorded from inside... of the couples home, the survillance camera (installed to keep out paparazzi and theives) clearly showed Micheal Douglas having sex with a girl who was obviously not his wife. She appeared to be a hooker; someone Micheal had picked up off the streets here in Hollywood and taken back to the house while Catherine was away doing an interview in New. He stands in the doorway and holds the door open for me. I did not feel comfortable going into people's houses, but not being very confrontational, I walk towards the door and squeeze past him to step inside. The inside was a little dated. wood paneling everywhere, definitly not a woman's touch when it came to decorating. As I looked around, I notice the TV is still playing. The volume had been turned down, but not muted, but the most shocking thing is what was playing. It was a. All the brides’ maids at present were being supervised by me. Kenzie Ann, that’s me, was strict with the minions and wanted revenge times three. My bottom was well-acquainted with the spankings intimately and knew their effectiveness in correcting poor choices. Now, I was the one in charge and I did not hesitate to give spankings even though all the girls were at least nineteen years of ageThe three girls knew they should not have tried jumping me and anally assault me in the line of amusement. The biker untied her hands, grabbed the rod between her legs, and dragged her to a van, and loaded her in. NOOOoo! You can't, I a married woman, That Black son of a bitch told me, I was his for all time. Please just let me go, you fuck me as many times as you like, but please let me go. You're lucky the Arab didn't buy you're ass, you'd be either harem of whorehouse slut in a day or two in another country. He nodded and I followed him to a garage just blocks from our home. Seven guys waited for.