Includes: Blackmailing runaway thief, rough s*x, *rgasms, c*m sh*t, extremely rare submissive role - not for a sensitive viewer.

It's the anniversary of the most insane day of my life. 5 years ago, my husband, who is now my ex-husband, came into our apartment in a frantic mood. "We've got to go, pack up, we're catching a plane to Mexico-- a surprise!" I know my husband was acting unusual, but he works for the CEO of Logikcorp, he's his right hand man, and they oftentimes have to leave at the drop of a dime.

At the airport my husband hands me my luggage, kisses me, and tells me to leave on the plane without him, that he has some loose ends to tie up. I was confused, but he was so rushed, whatever he was doing seemed important, and he's the type of man to not discuss his secret business affairs with me. I furrow my brow at him, kiss him, and tell him, "see you soon, darling." I later find out that in my carryon luggage is 3.4 million in cash!

My husband meets me the next day, I'm a nervous wreck, he tells me that he stole the money from his boss and we'll be rich. It's not in my character to steal! I begged him to give it back, and Mr. Hussin will forgive him, sure he'll be disappointed, but he is a kind man. My husband grasped me by the shoulders and told me we would BOTH go to Federal Prison since I was an accomplice.

2 weeks later, we divorced. I took 400,000 of the money and moved to a rural town in Wisconsin. I changed my name, I dyed my hair, and "borrowed" some of the cash to start my dream life. I bought my first home, a modest Victorian fixer-upper. I started a coffee shop, and now later, business is booming! I fully intend to c*ll Mr. Hussin and confess, give him the 200,578 thousand I still have, and promise to pay the rest back when I earn it, in interest!

As each year passes, my well intentions begin to fade, and I start to justify the theft. He was BORN with money, I've been poor my entire life. He was unkind to my husband once at a party, embarrassed him by making him feel like he was "the help." He's not that kind after all. Who deserves the money? I do. I do. I swear to G*d, I do.

I shake the unpleasant thought off and continue my jog. I put the key into the door knob, and it's open. I'm not that careless usually, but sometimes I am.. it's such a safe l*ttle town. I peel off my sweaty coat, and grab a glass of water when I see muddy boot prints in my home. Large boot prints, the size of a large man. My heart drops, could it be him? What if he's here? I grab a and head up to my bedroom where I keep my safe with all the cash I stole, or borrowed-- whatever. I sneak in, I lie and tell him the "police are on their way."

He jumps out from behind the door and we wrestle until my steel h*ts the floor. My hands are tied by his strong hands over my head. My eyes are wide, focused on the mask man. A common criminal, no doubt, but I am desperate for my life. "You can have anything you want, sir.. please, don't hurt me." He looks over my body like a ravenous and he gropes me, tears down my pants. I then see his eyes, those familiar eyes, brown, hazel, warm, but this time they look at me in determination, he wants revenge.

Watch the story unfold.

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