vengeance can be fun.

The two women stood before him, moving self consciously from one metrical foot to the other, each hoping that either the other one, or indeed myself would reveal the silence, but I had all the meter in the world. Both women were in the mid thirties, but had the bodies that but money and hours spent with their personal trainers could bring. But now they needed me. fountainhead not me exactly, my money.

But let me go back a bit and fill you in on how we, or should I say they, arrived at this situation.

I had known the blond cleaning lady since the day she had been born, and the husband of the other one from his nascency. I had been at schooling with their forefather, and had remained friends after we left senior school. We had cipher at all in plebeian, but such friendships are forged in the heat of battle. Well in our case when Sam had been doing a General Custer's Last Stand against the school bully and his pack. Sam was going down, but making sure the former lot knew they had been in a engagement. I waded in and between us, we hammered the work party leader. After that we watched each others back for the five twelvemonth we were at school together.

We married within calendar month of each other, and our wife became good friends. Indeed after mine divorced me, deciding I was to boring and stuck in my ways. She remained friends with Carol, Sam's married woman, and now and again our way would cross. That is until Sam picked an literary argument with a HGV on the Motorway and left Christmas carol well off.

A few days after the funeral, I received a substance from her son stating that I no longer fitted in with their way of life, and I was not welcome anymore. I could see the workings of my ex behind that, but didn't energy it.
A few month later things, ( fountainhead for me. ) changed. I won the self-aggrandizing rollover on the Euro Lottery ever seen. £165 Million. I invested a lump sum in a rising company just before the announcement of a breakthrough, and within weeks my money totalled well over £200 Million and rising. After that I bought a house set in its own twenty dollar bill Accho in an expanse were property was still reasonable.

The locals loved me because I employed only topical anesthetic to do the hangout, thus bringing piece of work to an orbit where jobs were few, then I allowed them to still use the priming of my home, and indeed the vast kitchens from this once big house for matter like Summer Fairs etc. to which I always made a large donation.

Meanwhile though, the bottom had fallen out of Carols reality in the frame of her Son and Son in Law.

Alan, her son, saw himself as a commercial enterprise man, and with the aid of his comrade in Law set up a small companionship, which they assured everybody would make them all full-bodied. Within a twelvemonth it had gone belly up, but leaving Alan and shaft mostly untouched because of the way they had financed it.

A few months later they started a second line, but this time borrowed from certain ex Soviet pulley people when the money raised from mortgaging both their own homes and without telling her, carol home wasn't enough.

Now too that business ( With I must admit ) with a little help from me, had also gone fizzle. Only this time, those cold hard men from Russia wanted their Cypriot pound of flesh.

Which brought me back to why their wives now stood in front of me.

Laura, the daughter of my latterly friend, and bit one prize winning gripe, broke the secretiveness. She was used to men fawning around her, and assumed I would do the same. One flash of those cocker blue heart, or more so those tits half hanging out of that low cut blouse and I would be pulling out my check book. She gave me her Little female child lost look and started."Uncle Frank I…"

I held up my hand."I am not your uncle, and you only ever tried that on me when you wanted something."I looked at my expensive watch before continuing."So whatever it is Laura get a move on, as I haven't got all day."

She changed tactic."I, I mean we, need money. Alan has gotten himself into a svelte problem and he and Peter are doing a deal to sort it out. Meanwhile I er we need a loan to see us over the problem."

"And ?"I was going to scuff every last breath out of her.

"I, er we rather hoped you, as a booster of the family, would loanword us the cash."

"The slight dept you owe is…"I reached for a piece of paper on the desk that stood between them and myself."Around Ten 1000000 British pound sterling, so just how do you intend to pay this loan back ? They didn't know this, but I had already bought their debt off the Russians, but not before those skillful men found where Alan and Peter where hiding. I also bought up the mortgages from the bank, who were quite happy to trade them to me when they realised they would wee-wee a net on the sale. So I now owned theirs, and carol dwelling. But I kept a straight face.

"Alan is trying to… Well cobbler's last time I spoke to him he said…"

"You stand Sir Thomas More luck of finding a Virgo the Virgin in a whore house than your two husband finding some piteous bastard to lend them any more money."I answered."Indeed knowing Alan, I very much question if he or Peter will ever picture their faces again. They have ladies, as they say in Liverpool, done a offset. Which means in a matter of weeks, you two and your mother Laura will be out on the street. That's if of course the Russians don't decide to take their pound of flesh out of you. Or your daughter's."Both womanhood shuddered as I said this. They both had xvi twelvemonth old daughters who went to buck private schooling, both spitting trope of their mothers.

"I. er we will get jobs to pay any loan you make to us back."pathos, the iniquity haired wife of Alan spluttered.

I laughed."Doing what ? Neither of you have ever worked in your lives. the Nazarene you couldn't even get minimum salary problem serving Burger. But cheer up, I'm sure the Russians will incur a use for you and your daughters. flat on your backs for 12 hours a day servicing whoever they want you to will put a small dint in the ten Million."

I watched both adult female seemingly deflate in front of me before adding."So, as your bodies are the only one things left to sell, I suppose I may as well looking at at the goods and see are they worth Ten gazillion Pounds."

"Uncle hotdog you can't make us do…"

"I held up my hand again."As I said before, I am not your uncle and I am not making you do anything. The door is behind you and you can give any time. But you will be doing it soon for the Russians. So,"I pulled out my bank check book."What's it to be ? Either outset stripping, or leave. Your choice, but whatever it is, I am not making you do anything. But let ‘ s get one thing straight, if you stay, and I bail you out, you belong to me physical structure and soul until you pay back every penny I lend you. There ‘ s no in between. So comic strip or leave."

Laura looked at me, and then at Babe Ruth, then slowly untie the push of her expensive blouse. pity followed, and soon both garments hung loose. Laura looked stave for somewhere to lay it, then shrugged her shoulders and dropped it to the gruelling carpeted floor of my office. Ruth followed suit, then both slipped their doll down, showing G strings stockings and would you conceive suspender knock. No incertitude thinking that a nimble flashing of stocking would sustain me panting and signing a white cheque. Both char stood there in the black matching underclothing staring at me.

"Who told you to stop. All or nothing, that's the deal."

Laura shrugged again, and ever the show girl, reached behind her back, and undid the clutch on a bra that cost Sir Thomas More than some low paid workers earned in a calendar week. Then slipping the straps from her tanned shoulder joint, she dropped it on to the growing pile. Ruth did the same, but without the pure sex that seemed to ooze from her Sister in Law.

Both char then slipped off their matching G strings and then stood there, slowly placing one hand to cover their check shaved puss's, and the other across their perfect breasts.

"Don't hide the goods, they belong to me now."I snarled."Place your hired hand behind your heads, and let's see what I'm paying for."

Both women did as I ordered, and I took in the view. They were staring, but it was metre to take them down a peg or two."Well you're both starting to sag a lilliputian, and if the Russians ever get their hired hand on you, the only trade you will be servicing for them, will be mess up jobs. How does that voice ladies ? 12 hours of sucking pricks and swallowing Cum. Still it will be serious for your shape. I wonder how many Carbs. There are in a entire load of Cum."I smiled and decided to occupy it to the next step, and neither of them knew everything that they did or said was being recorded on my very expensive CCT system.

"spell and face each other."I ordered."Now move towards each other. I want to see those mammilla of yours touching."

They moved until nipples touched nipples."Now Laura, put your pass on hand behind Book of Ruth's neck and pull up her to you and snog her."I watched the look on her side change to one of disgust, but she kissed her Sister in Law lightly on the brim."Tighter, I want to see a entire blown spit down her throat osculation, and if you don't, well you are exempt to will anytime.

Laura did as was instructed, and stopped only when both of them needed air."Again,"I ordered, only this time place your right handwriting on her pass on tit and play with her teat, I want to see it standing out like an Hammond organ stop. Ruth, you do the same with hers. Let's see some real live girl on girl work."Both women complied and I could see that they were both getting into the jive of affair."Ruth, stuff your free hand up her cunt, and turn with her button. I want to hear her moan."I watched as world-class one then three digit worked their way up into that shaven cunt, and Laura started moaning as Babe Ruth found her clit and worked it. Without being told, Laura moved her hand from behind her Sister in law of nature neck, and moved it down until it was rubbing Ruth's puss for all it was worth. Suddenly Laura gave out a belly laugh and shuddered as she came, followed a few minutes by Ruth as she too came with a bang. Both of them collapsed onto the midst carpet, and I could see their twats running with juice. It seemed a shame to give it ruin my expensive carpet.

"You've had your rest, now clean each former up before that pickle leaks into the carpet."I ordered.

Laura looked one shot."With what ?"She asked.

"Use you tongues."I replied.

Ruth blushed."I've never done anything like that."

"fountainhead I know Laura has, she bragged about it a few years back, so you lay on your binding while she straddles you. Then you'll get the estimate. Unless you'd rather leave and await…"

commiseration lay on her back and opened her wooden leg full, while Laura straddled her, the juice from her bitch dripping down on to the face of the cleaning woman beneath her. Then she lowered her human face to Ruth's open up legs and started to lick succus from the twat. George Herman Ruth started to moan again, and Laura lowered hers towards the look of her Sister in Law. Slowly Ruth took the suggestion and started licking, then sucking until Laura too started moaning.

Without thinking, George Herman Ruth reached out with both hands and grabbed Laura's tit and started pulling them towards her, squeezing the nipples as she did. This caused Laura to moan, but also had the issue of moving the cunts of both women as they licked and sucked each early off. Soon both of them were only interested in each others bodies. For a first timer, Ruth was certainly getting the hang of this bitch whacking, and perhaps she was a closet lesbian ? Meanwhile my hard on was trying to split out of my trousers.

Both cleaning woman started panting hard between sucking and licking, then they came. the pits did they fall. Laura just collapsed on top of Ruth, her case covered in seminal fluid and stuck firmly between Ruth's branch. While Babe Ruth lay there with more come dripping from Laura ‘ s jackass onto her human face. A sight to lay eyes on, which I would be capable to look on over and over again thanks to my hidden television camera's.

But now it was my tour. I gave them a few minute to reclaim, and moved around my desk, dropped my trousers and under pants and let my boo-boo stand resign."It seems ladies my friend here wants some attending, so get over here and start licking. pity, you take my balls, and Laura, you get the joy of sucking me off."

For a moment I thought they were about to refuse, but they had already gone to far. I owned them, lock neckcloth and dripping slit. The two charwoman, one blond and one Corvus corax haired, crawled across to where I leaned against the desk, my nine inch cock awaiting their attentions. Slowly, Book of Ruth started to lick my formal, while Laura took the tip of my putz in her mouth, tasting the pre cum as she did. Then she took in Thomas More of it, and started to imbibe it as if it was a peter flavoured lolly ice. I could tell that she was no novitiate at pricking sucking, and slowly, I could feel my formal tighten, helped on by pathos's attention. I wondered if I should order them to change over, but you don't change cavalry in midstream, or a mouth mid waste job. ruth would get her opportunity in days to amount. I controlled my tone, making them work out for their money, but slowly, I could feel the rush coming. As could Laura. She looked round, I suppose searching for something to subscribe to what was about to arrive, but I shook my forefront."accept it all into your mouth, but don't swallow it, yet."

The moment was approaching and I resisted the impulse to involve a parentage from Moby Dick and shout"There she blows."But blow I did. Laura kept sucking until she had every drop, then I looked down at the two women. Laura, now kiss Ruth, and again I want to see tongue. I could see the reluctance on George Herman Ruth's face, but she leaned forward and allowed Laura to snog her, exchanging my Cum as they did.

I waited until they were about to amount up for breather then said."Now you can both swallow."

They did, remaining on their knees, and I could read the hatred in their eyes. But they waited for their next teaching. Which though came as a surprise to them.

"You can get up now,"I stated. You can get dressed as well. Well your blouses and doll, no underwear."They stood up and reached for their clothing, bending down in front of, and giving me an eye full of their still cum ripping pussycat's."Oh one more thing."I stated."It's time you had new names."I reached over and lifted a thickly pitch-dark marker pen from off my desk."pathos, use up this and give Laura her new name."She took the pen off me."Write slit in big letters just above her cunt, and as from now, that is the only name she will do to."

Ruth bent down and wrote the four letters across her Sister in Laws trim pussycat, before starting to hand it back to me."No, give it to slit, and she can give you your new figure. As from now, you are bozo. Those epithet will always stay on there until the day I receive all of my money back. If they are not, well I suppose I could sustain them tattooed on to you."

Laura followed my command, dressed and then turned to me, waiting. Slowly I picked up the two cheques and handed them one each."What the Hell is this ?"Laura exclaimed.

"You didn't really think I was going to give you a cheque for 10 million did you Cunt ? I will address with the Russians, and will pay off the pursuit on your loanword. That is for your day to day expenses."

"How long are we supposed to puddle this last ?"Ruth added.

"A week."

"I spend more than this in a day."

"Not any more,"I replied."You are both broke, and will cut your cloth accordingly. I will make do with your mortgage's but nothing else. I may give you a bonus for help rendered, but you only have to say no, or deny to turn up, and every centime stops."

"What about my, our daughters school fees ?"

"They are paid up until the end of term, after that they can either get jobs, or transplant to the local comprehensive."

"But that's replete of drug trader and prostitutes."

"well they should be quite at home there. Now off you go, and await my phone cry. Once you receive it, no thing what you are doing, you then have three hours to piss it here."

"Can we at least wash before we go ?"Laura asked."We both stink of cum, and we'll need to make full up with petrol. We can't go into a petrol place stinking of cum."

"It seems you can. Now off you go, I'll be seeing you soon,"I lowered my voice. Very soon. ”