”“How did he take his liberation and did you make him aware that his new employers insist on his full cooperation?”“His reaction of our activi...ties co-related to his predicted Psych-profile are right on the money. He currently enters stage two: Realization of his current situation.”“Good news then Ieshia. I trust we can proceed then. Failure would not only ruin his day but I would have to re-evaluate your employment status with a very terminal outcome.”While the rented Bombardier Yacht traversed. "God your wife comes home with bruises on her inner thighs, surely you want to know how she got them?" You would think so," I sympathised."God you were a bastard though," she giggled, "those guys really hurt me, but I must have come a dozen times." Glad you enjoyed it," I said."Next time less rough, ok," she smiled, "God even thinking about what they did to me has got me wet. Are you ready yet?"I had already pumped a load into her willing body and was still recovering for round two."You start. "Would there be anything else, mistress?" she asked."Yes my dear," the lady responded. Then turning to the young man she said, "one of the things I have always liked about her is that she is always completely obedient. Aren't you my precious?" Yes mistress," the maid replied. Her eyes were downcast, but a small smile played across her lips."Tell me what you think of my maid," the lady inquired. "Don't you think she's quite pretty?" Oh yea," he replied warmly, "I think she's a stone fox." I've. I think they were surprised. I thought they figured that I only thought with my dick. I liked to do that but the big head never completely went on holiday. They left.It was time to pick up Heather from high school. I cleaned up, dressed casually but nicely, and drove over. I went to the office to find Heather waiting. “X!” She cried as she ran over to give me a chaste hug. She released me and turned. “X, please meet Miz Jefferson. Miz Jefferson, this is Xavier Marigold. I’m staying at his house.