One of his officers who he was closes with called him one day. He was now working as a private contractor. Asking if he were fit and that he needed a ...favor from him. Arthur agreed he thought his needed some excitement in it.The favor was that he needed Arthur to pose as a marine, some rich woman had requested an escort of marines to some island of the cost of Egypt. Something about exploring underwater temples. The contract was for 20 marine and one got in to an accident so Arthur was to. Blouses, skirts, and outfits sensibly cut, in solid colors and tasteful lines. Some of them I?d even bought for her. I quickly scooped those into my arms and hustled them into the back seat of the Accord. When I came back in I looked at most of her clothes and snickered. Leaving treasures like her rhinestone bustier seemed a better revenge than stealing it. As I took the last box out to the car, it finally began to sink in - I was never coming back. I briefly considered throwing rocks through. I then roughly picked her up and took her to her bedroom. I threw her on the bed “take off your robe” I said demandingly as I took off my clothes. She told me to take her like a bitch so I folded her over the end of the bed so her feet were on the floor and her ass was presented to me. I didn’t wait another second and shoved my erect cock balls deep in her tight pussy. “Oh fuck, I’m still not use to that big cock” she screamed as I started to fuck her like whore. I even grabbed her shoulders. With all the events being recorded, edited, and dispatched to the poor schmuck in L.A., having more girls on hand would just have diluted the twisted game he was enjoying so much.So instead I had to watch, half-happy and half-tormented, as three-thousand miles away my beautiful wife was wined and dined, twirled and serenaded and generally treated as the belle of the ball by six black guys. Each night, all eight of us (six-plus Veronica and me) knew exactly how the movie reel would end, but.