The papers are okay, and the bandits announce “You can go Mr Saunders.”

“You finished there?” You hear the scarred-man asking the old man.

“Yeah. These are the documents.”

“Good.” the man turns to you. “What are you waiting for, clean this mess up.” He says pointing at Daniel's dick.

You quickly lower your head and start licking your husband's dick. A variety of tastes attack your mouth – the acid taste from your ass, sweet taste of your pussy, salty taste of Daniel's sperm.

“Are we done.” you hear your husband ask.

“Yeah” scar-face answers. “You can go to Mr Saunders.”

You leave your husband's dick and take a step back, allowing him to zip his pants and get up. You sigh with relief. It's finally over.

Daniel stands in front of you and holds your waist. His hands start roaming over your ass and pussy, your waist and your breasts.

“Daniel?” you say, inquiringly.

He kneels and reaches for something – your lacy panties and smirks at you.

“I told you that I had the situation under control.”

You smile.

“Ye-” as you start answering, he shoves your panties into your mouth.

You look at your husband questioningly, when another piece of cloth is **** into your mouth and tied behind your head.

“I did tell, that Mr Saunders can go.” scar-face explains with joy in his voice.

“Hm?” A sound escapes your mouth as you look at your husband with wide eyes.

Daniel grabs your breast and starts groping it.

“You just couldn't work with normal cases, could you? You had to go big.” He says with a scowl. “You didn't hide your little 'investigation' as well as you thought you did. Eventually, the people who you investigated, approached me.” Daniel sneers at you, making you shrink in yourself “You almost managed to doom our family and it was up to me to save it – so I decided to make a deal. Safety of my family and help with some business in exchange for your documents... and you.”

Your eyes widen and you shudder. You try to move, but scar-face grabs you and holds tightly. One of his hands travels to your free breast, and other slides down and into-

“Uhm!” You moan as you feel fingers penetrating you. Unconsciously you put your legs little more apart, allowing him a better access.

“After making a deal, I told the man everything that I knew about the case. I knew where you kept the documents, but not the code to the safe. I also knew that you didn't write down your sources in your files – you always said that you kept all of the information about witnesses in that pretty head of yours. That's why they also wanted you removed.”

“But before we will retire you from this word, you will tell us about every little snitch and every little bird that sang our secrets to you.” scar-face whispers into your ear and you shudder, hearing a promise in his voice.

“Truthfully, a condition of having you gone is a blessing to me.” Daniel continues. “Just, look at the age difference between us. You are five years older - you still look stunning, but first signs of your age are already starting showing. And I am still young, full of life and desires - with you gone I will be able to find eh...” he smirks “younger, more eager and better-looking partner. Maybe that secretary of yours – what was her name? Tara?”

“Hm!” you try to protest, not really believing at what you are hearing.

“But before we made a transaction, I wanted to have one last taste” he squeezed your tit, making you moan with pleasure. “of that lustful body of yours. Especially, I wanted a taste of that little ass of yours. So we had you perform – and you did great.”

“Yhm?”

“Oh, the gun? The owner removed the bullet from the chamber before you even started fucking me. There was no danger at all.” he says as if he made a great prank. “I never understood why you were so against anal, you seemed quite experienced with it.” Daniel narrows his eyes and squeezes your tit harder, making you groan with pain. “Is it because someone else claimed it? Yes?” Daniel's voice became strained. He grabbed you by the throat, his tone radiated with hostility. “Was it that professor? Your former Master? Yes. I must say I admire that man – to have such a hold on a woman, even ten years after his ****. I still remember, how you mourned at his funeral. To think that he would still have your heart...” Daniel let go of your throat and-

SMACK!

“Yhm!” Your body jumped a little when your husband's hand sharply smacked your tit.

“How long it will take before the police will find her carcass?” You shiver at the coldness in Daniel's voice.

“Something from between the week time, up to a month. It depends how long it will extract all of the information from her and how strongly she will resist.” The bandit holding you, answers. You shiver at the certainty in his voice – the fact that he keeps playing with your breast and pussy doesn't help your state of mind, which jumps between being scared shitless and mindlessly turned on.

“I see.” Daniel nods. “She is weak against smacking – give her ass a few good slaps and she will melt in your hands. Her breasts are also quite sensitive, once I made her climax only groping them. It took thirty minutes, and by the end of that time she was a drooling mess.” You shiver at the ease with which your husband betrays your weaknesses... and the coldness in his eyes. “Don't treat her like a lady. She likes it rough and hard. She likes being dominated, humiliated, ravaged and put in her place.”

“That will quicken the things up.” You hear the bandits voice – and the certainty in it makes you shake a little with fear... and anticipation.

“Good. I will be going then.” your husband says to the scar-faced man.

“Mr Balestri will contact you later with condolences and a business proposition.” The gangster said.

Daniel nods turns and walks to the door – he stops as he is about to leave and turns to you.

“Don't worry about children, I will look after them – someone has to.” You recoil as if you were smacked at face. You never wanted to endanger your children, it wasn't supposed to be that way. You would never put them in danger. You- “and you, whore...” his hate-filled voice makes you freeze. “Have fun, being fucked stupid. That's what you love above everything else, you fucking sow, isn't it?”

The door closed, behind him, like a sentence announced by the judge's hammer hitting the desk.