” I responded.Curtis looked to Jim and asked, “May I take care of her?”“Please do. Please take really good care of my girl.” Jim said with a...nod and a smile, as my husband gave our guest permission to fuck his wife.Jim was giving me (or perhaps 'lending me' is more accurate) to our guest. I do not completely understand it myself, and I certainly cannot explain it, but having Jim give me away, or more accurately, 'lend me' to someone else, arouses me more than I can describe. I felt like a. "Cicily?" I inquired, in a voice that was sterner than I thought I could muster.Yes, Mr. Cunningham?" She chirped back in a tone that screamed 'innocent teenage girl'. Somehow that reaction cracked my facade a little. Maybe I was taken aback at just how nonchalant she could be after our encounter. She was more prepared than I was.Uh... After school, you and your friends need to meet me back here to... discuss an incident from yesterday." Which friends do you mean exactly?" She made no attempt. I looked in the mirror and staring back at me was a passable, whoreish, sexy young woman. The clock said it was only 11.15 so I decided to pour a glass of wine and hit up some online chat rooms and maybe Skype with a few online friends I had collected over the last 6 months. The clock had ticked over midday and I had just finished making an Armenian man ejaculate over Skype.Just then Katy walked in and I felt like I wanted to hide. The bedroom was too far away so I just stood there, frozen. “So you’re denying you’re up to your old tricks?”“I don’t know what claims you’re referring to. This is the first I’ve heard of it. I have no clue what you’re describing.”“Surely you’ve viewed our release by now? Everyone in Seattle is talking about it,” he gloated, again turning to the camera, allowing Phil and the others to slip past, hurrying away.“Mr. Walker!” he yelled again, although he didn’t pursue him—probably because their cables wouldn’t reach that far. But Phil considered it.