.it's me..."The door buzzed and I went in. The lobby screamed money, all black and gold, with lots of foliage. I took the elevator up to the 13th floo....Demie stood in the open doorway of apartment 1304. I vaguely remembered some Asian cultures considered 4 to be an unlucky number, just like 13 in North America. What a great apartment number, Demie, I thought.As I walked into the apartment, I was taken aback. It was huge, with high vaulted ceilings and a low retro couch, loveseat, and oval glass. But from now on, you don’t cum without my permission!” “Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir, Thank you, Sir.” “I’m going to fuck you now. If you cum you will spend the rest of the night hanging from the ceiling with your tits in a vice. This is for me, I have no interest in your pleasure.” Bill’s dick slid into her still oozing pussy with ease. She was much tighter then he expected. He spent the next ten minutes or so fucking her with great enjoyment, but he was nowhere near cuming. He loved it when he was. From their boss, the 'Duke's Inn' owner Dave Madden, they learnedthat he came from a local family of which he was, for the time being,the last in line. He had inherited their fairly substantial propertyon the edge of the village. Apparently he had been in the army but hadleft rather suddenly to take up residence in the house. That, and thefact that he was in his early thirties, was the sum knowledge thelocals had of him."He was probably kicked out for being gay," Sam told Sue quietly as. “TRIBBING!” squealed the watching girls.Dollar bills rained down on me as ground my cunt into Velvet's. The money landed on my tits, the green paper sliding over my heaving boobs. I shuddered as my pussy burst with pleasure, my vulva sliding over hers.Our clits brushed.“Yes!” I moaned, sparks flaring through my cunt.“Oh, Peach!” Velvet moaned as our buds slid away from each other.“Ooh, that's it,” I panted, grinding my snatch on her. “That's just amazing, isn't it.”“Yeah,” she groaned. “Yes, it.