" I shrugged. "Seeya!"I had a huge grin on my face. There had been tears in her eyes as Iwalked away.I got in my BMW and put the key in the ignition. ...It was a bit beyond mymeans but with my promotion to head office imminent I'd be able tocomplete the payments overnight and own it for real. I watched as abattered old van pulled up next to Maureen. It looked like it was onits last legs.Maureen really was crying now. The driver of the van got out to comforther. He was a huge bald stocky man. Like an obedient slave, she moved her hands above her head.I pushed my index finger completely into her ass. She jumped with the surprise invasion and tried to get away from my hand. I did not budge but continued to finger fuck her ass. Within a minute, she, too, started to enjoy it. I gave a tight slap to her ass.She squeaked to that and looked back at me, biting her lower lips. I tied her hands on top of her head using her panties and her legs using her bra. “Weren’t you supposed to give them. Sorry. I’m still not used to how slow surface vehicles are. Flying it is.” I had another thought. “If it’s that convenient, and we’ll be out there for two years ... what about our own jet?”“That’s actually under discussion. We’d have to hire a pilot or two, but that won’t be an issue. I called Lamar Hunt about the usefulness of a private jet for what we do, especially as we’re going to end up going to Europe and the Orient as well. His brothers got into a lot of trouble with their attempt to. Marquis had a plate of lasagna left over from last night and put his plate in the dishwasher. He began pealing away his pj’s while brushing his teeth. Fresh breath and naked, Marquis set his water and realized there were no wash clothes in the bathroom. Off went the shower. He headed to the linen closet, but was brusquely reminded that yesterday was laundry day. He was supposed to fold cloths — the disadvantage of procrastination. Off to the dryer, he got mad at himself for eating into his.