Not with Micheline and Edward, of course, but with Victor. We had him evicted from the family chalet. He threatened to sue me, in Italian court, for e...verything I owned. But we fixed that: I flew to Milan with the paperwork and met him at his lawyer's office. I wore my sexiest dress, a pushup bra and black fishnet stockings. I told the lawyer that I was looking forward to testifying in open court about how my husband was nearly impotent. Basically, a sexual eunuch. I told them I would be glad. She only laughed. This was one sexy, horny slut. I was ramming as hard as I could and she was laughing and crying at the same time. I had broken her hymen in the first thrust and a little blood came out with the juices flowing out of her cunny and onto my cock and her thighs. I fucked her as long as she kept coming and then some more, finally coming myself for the second time that night. I pulled out, slipping off the condom. Then I washed us off with a towel from the bathroom.As we relaxed on. After Philip gave it a brief brush I got up and looked at myself. It was no longer me. I really was becoming Samantha and if I could have I would have fucked myself there and then. And given Philip’s gaze it looked like that precise thought was on his mind too. With a pat on the ass he told me to follow him into the living room. “I want to admire you for a while,” he said. I was a little disappointed but at the same time it gave me more opportunity to stay dressed as Samantha. I sat down on. "We need information."Jaime walked up to the guy, and slapped him on the side of the head hard enough to lift the guy and his chair off the ground, toppling him sideways. "I want him when you're done," he growled.Dan had hold of one massive arm. "That's not your call," he said calmly. It's up to Steve."It was not a pretty scene. Nothing scientific or calculated. Mark worked on the guy for a couple of hours, until we were certain we had all the information we could get out of the bastard. None.