The devil's Pact - S01 E364

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The devil's Pact - S01 E364

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The Patriots

The Tyrants, Mark and Mary Glassner, represent the greatest threat to Liberty in human history. As the great Statesmen Thomas Jefferson wrote in The Declaration of Independence', "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they were endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that amongst these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. To this end, we the Patriots of the United States, shall bring about the Tyrants' death, and restore a state of Liberty to all those they have enslaved. Our forefathers shed their blood to keep this Country Free, we shall not hesitate to shed ours. -excerpt from

The Patriots Manifesto, author Unknown

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013-Mark Glassner - Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

A light rap woke me up.

I was in a strange room; panic seized me. Where was I? Did Brandon capture me?

No, Brandon's dead. I had him executed yesterday. Relief flooded through me. Then where was I? Not my bedroom. Then I remembered-Brandon had burned our house down, destroying every possession and memory we had made. I was in the largest suite of the Hotel Murano in downtown Tacoma. It was our temporary home until the mansion could be constructed.

Mary slept next to me, her arms wrapped tightly about me, as if

she was afraid even in sleep to let go of me. Locks of aubum hair spilled across my chest like silken flames. I felt safe in her arms, loved, and I kissed my wife's freckled cheek.

There was another rap, slightly harder. I tried to sit up, but Mary had me in such a tight grip. She seerned terrified to let go of me, not that I blamed her after Brandon's attack. This weekend had been a close one; thought was going to die, but Mary had been spectacular. I felt pride bloom in my chest as I remembered the courage she had displayed.

I shook Mary and she stirred and smiled as she looked up at me.

"Good morning," she purred and kissed me on the lips.

The rap was even harder.

"What?" I asked in some irritation. My cock was growing hard as my wife's body pressed against me.

The door opened; April and Lillian walked in bearing covered trays. Lillian wore a sexy, French-maid outfit with a bodice so low-cut her breasts looked like they were about to fall out if she bent over. About her narrow hips clung an extremely short skirt that showed off her fine legs, clad in fishnet stockings. Black hair, streaked with

blues and purples, was gathered into a pair of pigtails that added

an innocent look to her whorish outfit.

April wore her glasses, and her youthful face was surrounded by her thick, brown hair. Instead of a maid's outfit she wore a naughty schoolgirl's uniform: a white blouse, knotted just below her budding breasts to expose her flat stormach; a very short blue-and- purple tartan skirt that rode low on her hips; and knee-high, white socks added that sexy yet virginal look that made my cock ache. I could feel Mary's breath quicken at the sight of them. Tight about both girls' necks were gold chokers that procialmed them to be our sluts; they looked it this morning.

"Your mother asked us to bring you breakfast," April explained.

"And the outfits?" Mary asked, "I know you didn't have those yesterday."

Lillian laughed, "Well, after you and Master retired for the night we raided a sex shop. Well, all of us except for Alison and Desiree." She spun about carefully. "Do you like it?"

"You two look delicious!" Mary purred.