Vieux

I had promised Loraine that I would do my best, but right now it was looking more and more like my best might not keep her from being killed in front of five of my clients on Saturday night. I just couldn’t understand by whom or why. All day Friday I found myself having trouble looking Loraine in the eyes... Hell, I had trouble even looking directly at her. I was failing her, and I think she knew it. Friday evening I sat out on my back deck with my fourth double bourbon on the rocks in my hand. Drinking does not clear the mind, but it can numb the conscience. Around eleven my drone alarm sounded. A drone of some sort was headed straight for my house. I checked the video on the monitor. It didn’t look large enough to be carrying much payload, but with modern explosive compositions, it didn’t take much. If it got any closer, I would fire the nets at it. I have several automatic air cannons which can fire a fine wire net at an approaching drone. The net deploys in the air and snares the small craft without doing major damage... or more importantly, without setting off any ordinance it is carrying. The legality of downing a drone is somewhat unclear, but I would rather pay a fine than find out too late that the drone was armed or carrying explosives. As it approached, I noticed that it did have red and green visibility lights and that they seemed to be blinking in indian a constant pattern. My Morse code is a little rusty, but I recognized the dash, dash, dash of an O and then remembered that an R was dot, dash, dot. The damned drone was blinking “Boris.” I let it continue on its course. It flew directly over the patio and I heard a distinctive “Thunk!” as something hard hit the deck next to me. The drone then went straight up into the air and went dark.. My first thought was “Grenade!” but then the screen on the cellphone lit up and the device chirped lightly. I picked it up and a voice I had never heard before said, “Listen carefully, we have only a short time before Big Brother trains his ears on this phone.” Boris then explained that there might be a way to defeat the collar. “All you need is your Orgasmatron and a supply of the anti-Parkinsons drug, rasagiline.” He then outlined the complete plan for me. It wasn’t the craziest plan I had ever heard, but it was definitely in the top two or three of those to which I had agreed. After he had explained everything he asked if I had any questions. When I said no, he said, “In that case, you might want to throw the phone as far as you can into your backyard.” I knew what was coming next and launched the phone into a high arc out into the grass. It exploded into a ball of fire just before it hit. I looked out at the phone now burning in the middle of my yard and said aloud, “I now know for sure that there are some people in this world who are more paranoid than I am.” Saturday began uneventfully. The caterers arrived around two and set up two tents in the back yard. One was for our meal and a bit of socializing. The other, which remained empty until they left to go get the food, would hold the Orgasmatron Ultra. I also set up some special lighting that would be used for dramatic effect. The caterers returned around five with four vans. After they emptied the first two vans, they parked them on the grass a little ways up from the house. Then two chefs– a male and a female– got busy setting up a very large grill. An additional van, with the same logos as the caterers, parked in the grass near the end of the road. The four men and two women who got out of that van were dressed in the same uniforms as the caterers, but they carried themselves totally differently. Two more individuals– I couldn’t see if they were male or female– parked the fourth van on the grass directly across from the driveway and stayed in place in the van. I had hired this security team before and knew that I could trust them to keep my guests safe from whatever might come from the outside, and if necessary, keep them safe from each other. The meal– as expected– was spectacular. The audience cheered in agreement. “I indian told you earlier my other men all tell me I am very good. I couldn’t help noticing her little puckered brown butt hole and since Lorlei had liked it when I put my finger in her bum, I wet my thumb in her juices and began rubbing her anus as I fucked her. Hunter assigned them to her while she was with him and she had a pretty good idea why. As I caressed Viola’s breasts, I told her she was a natural. I didn't know what to say back, I’m sure she felt close to me in the afterglow of sex but I was also sure she only loved me for the moment. She only did this for a couple minutes, when Alex’s gave a sudden yell, and shot his hot cum down the girl’s throat. Ramsey rushed me and put his hand over my mouth. I feigned that I could not hold the sword and doubled over. “I’m glad it was you though.” She squealed and gasped, her little titties jiggling. She seemed sore all over. Her warm tongue swirled around the sensitive crown, shooting such pleasure too my balls. Another time I was in the bathroom and had just finished having a shower. “They want me to go in for weekly tests. He moved his right hand, placing it on his sister's bush, and made her shudder while slowly sliding it down. His wife. Looking down at the readings he nodded again they were well within the parameters.