He got up and went to the kitchen. I heard him fumbling around, things dropping and then he returned. He had cooking oil with him. He opened it up and... poured some between my legs. Then he reached between my legs and started to rub it in."Oh you're so wet for me." He was fantasizing the oil was me! Oh God, what a sick bastard, I thought. He probed me until I felt him push a fingerinside me. Then another, then another, until he had four fingers inside me. I felt the tears rolling down my face.. "Do as instructed," I insist.For a second I think that she might refuse but then she reaches under her skirt and slides down her silky black thong and steps out of it, her elaborate lacy stockings now fully on show to the watching eyes – including Antony who is, by now I expect, as hard as a stone at both the behaviour and vulnerability of his darling wife."Now come on over to my window and hand me that thong," I say. She walks (a little quicker now…) the remaining distance to my car her, shiny. But Dave was so pleased for John and his strong finish that not passing Harvey in the standings became an after-thought. John dropped Dave off and said he had to get home because his mother was expecting him but Dave knew John mostly wanted to get home to tell his father about his strong finish. John hadn't mentioned any plans with his mother all day but had several times mentioned that his father was getting more and more interested in his golf as he climbed in the standings.Dave was truly. ‘You’re brilliant Sierra, you should be on my payroll.’ ‘Sign here, ma’am,’ requested the suited man standing alongside Guy witnessing the papers being served. ‘It’s Miss,’ smiled Sierra, taking his pen and technically signing away her freedom if she did not comply with the order. Her PA ran in holding out Sierra’s phone. ‘TV 4.’ ‘Sierra Bycroft speaking.’ ‘Right, just a sec, Miss Bycroft – we are about to go live audio with this…three, two, one.’ ‘Good evening, Miss Bycroft: this is Bruce.