A sporty red coupe with a slick man sporting dark hair in his forties and a beat up, rusty Dodge pickup with a gray old man with frizzy hair. The angl...e wasn’t good enough to see the license plates. The man in the coupe passed a paper bag to the older man, and the older man reached in and pulled out what sure looked like a bundle of money. It was too far away to read denominations, but I didn’t imagine it was a bundle of ones. My eyebrows rose. That looked interesting. I rewound the tape and. He warned me that there would be nothing for me to do except stay in the house trailer and wait for him to come home from work. We both knew me well enough to know I couldn't do that so off he went leaving me to my own devices for a year.Bob was overjoyed to hear it and so were Abby and Patty. "We are going to have so much fun" Abby said and we did. I introduced Abby to Patty and they took to each other and soon were out partying together and when Stan left they asked me to join them.Between. I sobbed in discomfort begging him to stop. But I didn’t really want him to stop… and luckily he knew it. Finally I felt his hand slip in up to the wrist! I moaned and gasped, my clit throbbing my cunt dripping and my nipples hard and rubbing against his rough blanket. He flexed his muscles and made his hand vibrate inside me. I lost my mind! I came again and again soaking his bed.I was so worn out, breathless and panting. I thought my torture was done for today! I was wrong…His hand. The reapers will get into action soon enough, and trust me, they don’t fail. If you doubt me, look up the case of a missing man known as James Adams. He violated our trust in a very grave and grievous way, and let’s just say, if there is a Hell, it can’t be hot enough where I’m concerned. I’m far from the only member with such sentiments. In fact, they’re basically universal. He is even loathed by his surviving sister, Jessica, who is still with us,” Marten confirmed much of the information.