The Bank Robbery

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I’ve been back in England for almost 3 years now after my divorce and a trip to the bank would change my life forever. I was married for 15 years and two weeks after I returned to England to settle my late father’s affairs I received his letter with the divorce papers. What he was offering in alimony was far more then even my lawyer said he would have asked for. His letter told me the reason was because his girl friend was pregnant with his child. I had found out about his affair over a year ago so it was no surprise to me. My lawyer wasn’t going to charge me anything because he wouldn’t have to even get involved with the case, I told him to still send him a big bill as he said he would pay for my lawyer. My lawyer did that and even split it between us. The only conditions for the alimony was that it had to go to a certain bank where he had opened an account for me.

The bank was in a kind of out of the way place. Surrounded by a lot of small owner operated businesses. It seemed to be out of place where it was. I would never see more than three tellers at a time and usually only one. Yet I never had to stay in the bank more than five minutes to complete my business, one of the tellers told me it was because almost all of their customers were small businesses that just made night deposits and almost never came inside the bank.

Now to better understand my story I have to now go back in time to before I met my husband.

When I was 14 years old I only had to put on a little make-up and everyone thought I was at least 20 years old as I was tall by then and wore a 34B bra. My father owned and ran his own pub. At 15 my father got the flu so bad he had to stay home for a week mom and I ran the pub that week. Mom in the kitchen cooking and me with make-up tending the bar. Only a few regulars knew I wasn’t old enough but they didn’t tell anyone else. I found that many of the new customers that came in would quickly start hitting on me for dates and I liked being treated as an adult. From that time on I would always try to act as adult as possible until I found that I wanted to be around adults more than the “kids” of my own age. I soon found as I was almost 16 and now a 38B cup I could go into other pubs and I wasn’t asked my age because I looked to be about 22 years old or older. This of course would lead to dates with older men, some becoming more intimate of course. I never told any of them my real age. That’s how I met John Clarkson, my future and now ex-husband.

When I met John he told me how he was in a big worldwide corporation and he was on his way up the corporate ladder. We got very intimate and three months later I found out I was pregnant. John wasn’t happy about that especially after learning I was only 16. John immediately took me to my father. John and my father talked in the other room for almost two hours. When they came out my father told me to come with them. We got in John’s car and drove for about 1 hour north of London to a small town church there. John and my father talked to the priest there for 30 minutes and then we were married. I was in more of a state of shock then my father had been hearing the news of my being pregnant. We drove home in silents, when we got there my father got out of the car saying he’d be right back. A few minutes later he came out carrying a suit case. He and John put it in the car. My father then came to the car window.

“Well, good luck to the both of you.”

With that John drove back to his and I guess now my house. Three months later John was transferred to Paris, so I was going there too. We would be there for three years before John would be transferred again.

Six months later in Paris I gave birth to my son who I called Eric. John was a loving father even if he wasn’t an attentive husband. I would always feel as if he felt I might have slowed down his climb up the corporate ladder. While in the hospital I met an older retired English school teacher named Vicky Watson who would become my best friend and mentor. She helped me to learn French and not only finish my education but to inspire me to continue my education.

During the next year with Vicky’s help I finished my high school education and graduated with honors too top it off. Then on to college with encouragement from Vicky. I found that unlike my early school years I not only did very well, but I liked school and learning now, I’m sure that this was influenced by Vicky being my friend and mentor.

Two and a half years in Paris and not even the born and raised French could tell I was not originally French. John told me that in about six months we would be transferred to Spain, so I started Spanish classes and found that I seemed to have a flare for learning languages. In seven months we were in Madrid, Spain and I spoke almost perfect Spanish by then and in three months the Spanish people couldn’t tell that I wasn’t Spanish. Of course I continued college. Even taking a course in Italian knowing it was another country John’s company also had offices in. It was more of a hope that we might go there one day, (which we would, but not for six years). Vicky and I canlı bahis kept in contact by writing and telephoning.

My son, Eric was now going on three but I didn’t see the problem that was starting for him at the time. In Paris I had spoken to him in English and French and he understood some of each language. Now I would speak to him in English, French, Spanish, and sometimes Italian. It never hit me that this might be confusing for him. This would come back to haunt me later.

Our three years in Spain were great, I had graduated from college, with honors I might add. And after talking to Vicky on the phone I was sure I would continue with more college after a little break. John did get transferred again, but not to Italy as I hoped for, instead it was to Bonn, Germany.

German was the hardest language for me to learn. It was a year and a half before I felt confident in speaking German. John now in a position that allowed him to have a chauffeur hired a man named Karl Muller. Karl would drop John off and pick him up. The rest of the day he would be my chauffeur during the day. Karl of course spoke German, but he also spoke Italian and some French. Karl would later teach me how to drive, something I hadn’t done yet. He was about a year older than me and good looking. I however was married and would not let anything happen because of that.

Eric’s problem was getting worse now that everyone around him was speaking German and I didn’t help by speaking one or another language to him. I thought he was just a shy boy and like many parents felt it was cute instead of a problem. He was 2 and a half when we left Paris, 5 and a half when we left Spain, 8 and a half when we left Germany, are next country would be Italy and we would leave when he was 11 and a half , the last country before my divorce would be Paris, France and when he was just one month short of age 15 years old I was in England because of my father’s death. It wasn’t shyness that was his problem it was language. Every time he learned enough to talk to possible friends we moved to a new country. Eric didn’t have the flair for languages that I had and I didn’t see that. How was he going to make friends especially girl friends?

When we went to Italy Karl came along as our chauffeur and even when we later when to Paris he would again be our chauffeur, but I noticed that he seemed to be more my chauffeur then John’s chauffeur. As John almost never used him as a chauffeur and I think Karl was happier not having to drive him around.

During my last year in Paris I asked Karl to drive me to John’s office so I could surprise him with a lunch I had made. I was trying to bring a spark back into our marriage which seemed to have become passive in the last few years. Karl seemed a little disturbed by my request but he got the car ready and we left. I asked Karl to drive down a different road just before our normal turn because I wanted to see a new restaurant I had heard about that might be a good place for dinner if lunch worked out as I hoped it would. We were almost at the restaurant when I asked Karl to pull over to the side. I’d seen John’s car parked in front of the restaurant. I could see the tables out front and John was sitting there with a woman, a woman I knew from Germany. His secretary Heidi Berman. A few minutes watching them told me they were more than just old friends. I could tell that Karl also saw them, but he looked both embarrassed and very mad at the same time. I asked Karl to drive me home. Karl was very quiet on the way home. When we got there I asked him to come into my study after he parked the car.

Karl entered my study his head hanging down looking at the floor. He knew I was going to ask him about John and Heidi Berman. “Karl, look at me. I’m going to ask you some questions and I want the truth do you understand me,” I said.

“Yes, Mrs. Clarkson, I will tell you the truth as much as I know of it,” Karl said.

“How long has Heidi Berman been in Paris?” I asked him.

“She transferred from Italy the same time your husband did.” He told me.

“She was in Italy? When did she get to Italy?” I asked.

“She transferred from Germany the same time your husband did.” He told me.

“Are you telling me they have been having an affair since they were in Germany?” I asked almost screaming it out.

“In Germany I can’t be sure, but since Italy and now France I’m positive they have been having an affair.” He said and again he looked down at the floor.

“Karl, look at me not the floor. At the restaurant you looked both embarrassed and very mad at the same time. Why?” I asked him.

“I dated Heidi in high school. I was a senior in a trade school when she was a junior in high school. I helped her get a job at the company. Then three months later she wouldn’t even talk to me. After another three months she transferred to Italy the same time your husband did. I didn’t know she worked for him and he had asked me to transfer there too. In Italy is when I found out about their affair.” He said. “I was also embarrassed that you saw them. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed bahis siteleri Karl. You didn’t cause the problem my husband and Heidi caused it. I gather you’re in love with her too.” I told him.

“I was but after seeing them in Italy, I knew it was a lost cause. I would have stayed there or gone back to Germany, but your husband told me you asked if I could be transferred to Paris too. He told me I would be your chauffeur not his so I said yes.” He explained.

For the next nine months Karl and I got our revenge on my husband and Heidi Berman by having our own affair. It ended when I found out about my father’s death. I found out Karl left for Germany two weeks later after finding out about my husband wanting a divorce from me so he could marry Heidi.

Now that you know all this I can get back to why a trip to the bank would change my life forever. Eric was now 18 a week ago and thanks to Vicky pointing out the language problem to me I now speak mostly English to him now and after three years of this he is coming out of what I had thought was shyness. What I didn’t know was that he would lose this shyness because of the bank.

I went into the bank, my son was with me today because I wanted to open a bank account for him so he would be able to save money he could use when he was ready for college next year. There was only one teller, Karen was her name, I didn’t care for her as she seemed a little stuck-up to me. There was also the bank manager talking to a woman at his desk, and an older woman being served by Karen in front of me. A single guard at the door entrance who looked to be in his 60’s. I knew there was likely someone else in the vault area too. All of a sudden there was a commotion at the front door. About 8 to maybe even 10 men with guns came in shouting for everyone to shut-up and raise their hands above their heads. Four or five of the men quickly got the bank manager, his female customer, the bank guard and the teller, Karen into the middle of the floor. Others got the woman in the vault area. The man who seemed to be in charge had the bank manager, his female customer, the bank guard and the woman from the vault area taken to the closed office and told two men to tie them up and watch them there. Karen, myself, my son an the old woman were told to sit on the floor and not to move. All but two of the men went into the vault. The leader and one other man stayed there. I knew I shouldn’t look at them because then they might think I was trying to remember their faces, but I couldn’t help it. The leader had wild eyes and looked to be very dangerous, the other man looked more frightened then we were. After pacing back and forth for a few minutes the leader told us, “We’ll be here for a couple of hours while my men do their work. I don’t want to hear any crying, moaning or shouting. Anyone who has a cell phone give it to me NOW! If I find someone has one later I’ll kill them understand?” He said.

The other guy collected the cell phones and sat in a chair he had placed in front of a desk near the side wall. The leader sat in a chair about twenty feet in front of us.

He then asked first the old woman, “What’s your name?” She told him, but her voice was so low I couldn’t hear it.

Then he turned to Karen. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Karen.” She answered.

Turning to me, “And yours?”

“My name is Susan Clarkson.” I said.

“And what’s yours boy?”

“It’s Eric Clarkson, sir.” My son told him.

“Susan, this your boy?”

“Yes he is.” I replied.

For more than two hours we could hear the banging going on in the vault area. It sounded like they were tearing the walls down.

The leader had the other man give us all a bottle of water after about 15 minutes. I would be sorry for that later. Several times the leader would go to the door of the vault to see how they were doing. After three hours and that bottle of water I had to pee.

“Excuse me sir, I have to use the ladies room.” I asked the leader.

“Why do you have to use the ladies room?” He said.

“I have to pee.” I told him.

He stood in front of me and said, “Well go ahead and pee then.”

I started to stand up and he put his hand on my head and pushed me down again. “I said you could pee, I didn’t say you could get up. Did I?” He said with a mean look on his face.

“I need to go to the ladies room to pee, please.” I told him.

He leaned over close to me and in almost a whisper said, “You don’t need a ladies room to pee. You can pee right where you are. And if you don’t pee there in the next minute, I’ll kick you in the gut so hard you’ll be peeing blood for the next month. Do you understand that?”

I just shook my head yes.

“Well I’m waiting to see you pee in your panties. And I’m counting down the time, so you better hurry up and pee Susan.” He said with a wicked grin on his face.

With that I could hold it no longer and I started to pee right there on the floor. A puddle leaked out and was slowly moving towards Karen who to me had a small grin on her face. The leader also saw it and like me he whispered bahis şirketleri to her like he had to me. Her grin disappeared very quickly and I could see she too was peeing in her panties. It was now not too funny to her. With the floor being marble and my and Karen’s skirts, panties and nylons soaking wet with our own pee we were both shivering from the cold in about 15 minutes.

The leader then started to pace back and forth in front of us. “God! It stinks in here. It smells like an unclean ladies room in here.”

He then paced some more and said, “Yes, smells like an unclean ladies room in here. We’ll have to do something about that I think.” Pointing a finger at the two of us he then said, “You two take off those pee soaked clothes now.”

Karen and I both looked at each other in shock I think. I’m sure she felt as I did we were going to be raped by these two on top of being held prisoners.

“I said get them off NOW, I’m not going to repeat myself again, I’ll just start cutting off body parts if it’s not done and quickly.”

In less than a minute both Karen and I were sitting on the floor without our skirts, panties and nylons trying to hide ourselves as best as possible.

“That won’t work ladies. If you try to cover up like that the pee won’t evaporate. Take your hands away and spread those legs apart so the pee can evaporate.” He waited for us to do as he said. “Open those legs wider I said. I’ve seen what you have before.”

I looked at Eric very embarrassed, who was watching us intently.

“Don’t worry about him, mamma if he hasn’t seen one yet it’s about time he did and right now he’ll get to see two instead. Now open!” He shouted at us.

We both did as he told us to. Even though I was very embarrassed I was also shocked that I liked Eric watching me and Karen with our pussies in plain view. I think Karen was enjoying it even more as she opened up even wider and I soon found I had also done this too.

The leader made Eric sit in a chair in front of us where he could plainly see everything we had. The leader then sat in front of Eric just off to one side so as not to block his view and talked to him in a whisper. Eric would shake his head yes or no to answer his questions.

The leader got up and moved his chair a little more out of the way and came over towards me. I however had my eyes fixed on the enormous bulge in Eric’s pants. And since it had now been over three years ago I had sex of any kind I found myself very horny for my own son!

The leader kneeled down next and started to talk in a whisper to me.

“OK, Susan just shake your head yes or no to what I say ok.” He told me.

I shook my head yes.

“Good Susan, in just a minute I’m going to bring your son over here and have him lie down next to you. I then expect you to remove his pants and underwear. Then I want you to mount him and fuck his brains out. By the way he’s a virgin, so make his first time his best ever. I expect to see his cum dripping out of your cunt when you’re done. If it’s not then I’ll have to cut off his equipment because it’s not working right. You got that?” He said and stood up.

He then went back and sat in front of Eric and talk to him again.

“Now Eric I’m going to have you lie down next to Susan, your mother. She is then going to take off your pants and underwear then she’s going to mount you putting your cock into her pussy and then she’s going to fuck your brains out. You must cum inside of her so I can see you did. If you don’t cum inside her I’ll have to cut off her tits because it will show me she can’t turn a man on anymore. Now get up and follow me.”

The leader had Eric lie down next to me and walked back to his chair sitting down. Eric, I could see was very tense. I didn’t want him to be afraid or for myself at least, to lose that enormous bulge in his pants!

“Now Eric I want you to relax and don’t be afraid,” I stopped for a second to think, I decided not to say mama or mother as it might spoil the moment, “Susan’s going to take care of you now.” I said in my sexiest voice.

Before he could think about who was doing this to him I quickly undid his pants and pulled both his pants and underwear down at the same time. I stopped for just a second when his enormous cock popped out! Eric, my son, had the biggest cock I’d ever seen and it started my pussy juices dripping down my legs, I was hotter than he was. I wanted him, I needed him inside me and fast. I placed two fingers from each of my hands inside my pussy and pulled apart my love canal so I could get his large cock inside quickly before he could think about what was happening to him. I then slowly lower myself on his cock removing my fingers as it enter my pussy and with a pop his cock head entered me and I knew I was already starting for my first orgasm . I continued to lower myself on to his cock, wondering if I could get all of it inside of me and hoping I could at the same time. The more of his cock inside my pussy the harder he seemed to get and for the last one third of his cock I let myself drop right down the rest of the way. I knew I would be having an orgasm very, very soon, so I had to start stimulating him as well as me. I slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I was afraid he might explode inside before I wanted him to.

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