I stared at the ceiling. She stuffed her face down into the pillow and my shoulder. "That's… what I wanted." And she seemed to go to sleep. I do...zed a bit in post orgasmic bliss. The bed felt like it was vibrating, shaking somehow. Becca was on her back next to me, the light from the window spilling across her bare chest and her large pointed breasts splayed out in both directions. Her arm shot straight down to her waist and her hand was busy in her crotch. She was getting herself off,. Great what kind of nut is this? Screaming in outrage you hurl yourself out of bed and throw open the window, unfortunately for him causing the mailman to lose his balance and fall into the shrubbery below. Realizing the man was alright didn't temper your outrage however as you yell at the poor smuck as he slowly picks himself back up, "What the fuck man, this is my fucking house and get our of here before I call the fucking cops!"The rage had driven your mind to idiotic anger and limited your. She could feel him take his hard cock and poise it at her entrance. He covered her slender body with his once more and whispered in her ear, “Who do you belong to, Marie?” “You,” she answered. “And who am I, my love?” “Andrew Campbell. My husband. My other half. The only man that can give me the release I crave and the most loving Dom a submissive could ever ask for,” she stated. At that moment Andrew thrust into her to the hilt. Marie screamed his name as he filled and stretched her. Her walls. It usually took a day or two after the decision was make for it to happen. Of course there was always the exception.Once the FBI presence was well known, the threat to Joan and I would drop to almost nothing. All we had to do was make it through the night, I thought.When I got inside the room I spoke to Joan. “From now on, It might be a good idea if you had a bout of paranoia,” I suggested.“Do I get one of those?” she asked while staring at the two revolvers I had just checked.“Not till you.