"Indeed you may properly thank me," my reply turned trepidation to desire, my girl poised, eager to please. "But not now," I paused as '3' entered, ca...rying a tray laden with breakfast. My girl's look of disappointment faded as quickly as it had appeared. "Good morning '3' my sweet, you may serve me here, and join us." In moments '3' had placed the tray upon the bed, the folding legs supporting it to bridge my thighs. '7' took her cue from '3' and soon both girls were kneeling either side of. He wraps a protective arm around his shoulder and guides him to the nearby sofa and sits him down gently. He tries to get his attention a few times, snapping, calling his name. It wasn't until he clapped in his face that he snapped out of it. Jake turned toward Daniel, his expression blank, but he had gotten his attention. “Ar-Are you ok? Well I mean..” Daniel stopped himself before he began stammering, he had no idea what to say. He realized when he looked into Jake's eyes, he no longer saw. I felt Harold quicken his pace and his crotch made loud slapping sounds as he slammed against my thighs and buttocks. I fucked him back, timing my thrusts to meet him as the cock in my mouth increased its tempo sliding in and out of my lipstick smeared lips faster and faster as I sucked and slavered at the slick throbbing meat. The cocks in my hands started to quiver and convulse and I grasped the slimy organs as hard as I could and wanked them furiously.I felt my back passage flood as the cock. " I said,Those were my last words to him. I left the bike shop and went in search of an ATM. I had a hundred dollars in cash, but that was all. The rest of my money was directly deposited into an account in my new name. Oh I had ten grand in cash that no one knew about. It was in my bugout bag. Anyone in my situation without a bugout bag was an idiot. I had a clean pair of jeans, a shirt, some underwear, two fake driver's license. No one knew about and ten grand or the fake IDs All of it had.