"Jeff shrugged and took out his PC. "Computer, display last two monthly personal communication statements." Displaying," the PC replied. Jeff handed i...t to the cop.He took it and examined the screen for a few minutes, scrolling from top to bottom. There truthfully wasn't much to look at. "Nothing at all to or from your wife in the past six weeks," he finally said. "It would be kind of hard to run a black market booze, coffee, and cigarette operation from the line without communication, wouldn't. “Look at your pretty pussy; all glistening and rosy red,” he said, as he pulled my lips apart.I watched his hands. I could see everything. Oyster colored juice dripped from my open hole. My clit was swollen and peaking out from underneath the hood. I could even see my brown, little asshole contracting in pleasure. My eyes crossed when his middle finger dipped into my pussy, scooping out slippery fluid. He smeared my juice all over my clit, circling slowly. My body stiffened, as a long. "How much in your pile?" Gavin asked."Sixteen thousand, four hundred and fifty pounds - I think," said a stunned Fiona."I've got twenty-two thousand, two hundred. So that's over forty thousand now," Gavin said with a grin."Even I can count better than that," Fiona laughed.Gavin walked to his cupboard and pulled out the remainder of the two thousand pounds from the Portcullis."Ah, my Lady. You can count but you see, there's more here! Hehehehe," Gavin gave an evil laugh.Fiona punched him lightly. He used his hand first and slapped my pussy. He had to slap my thighs as well as I kept folding them in a vain attempt to avoid the blows. “Next time I am going to tie you down, slut. Stay still.” I stayed as still as I could, but my clit was throbbing from both the stings and the arousal I felt looking into Master’s eyes and he focused on his work, tattooing his fingerprints on the clit he was reclaiming and punishing the pussy he owned so I would not forget whose it belonged to. Master.