"Jesus, yes!" Darryl yelped. "I got it!" He extricated himself from my grip. "You must be one hell of a saleswoman," he commented, while rubbing himse...f gently.I was strangely touched by the backhanded compliment. It was reassuring to know I was more than just a good fuck. The thought reminded me of the other reason we were there. "Listen, Darryl," I said, trying to sound conversational, "do you know any of the girls who are, um, decorated down here?" I gestured vaguely at the front of my. He now had her head in his hands and was fucking her head like a pumpkin. She took all he had, gave one big swallow, smiled at him, and turned to me.She still held on to Hank as she put her lips around Max. If you have read any of my stories you will know that I call my cock Max when he is hard and Ole Henry when is not. Ok maybe I am a little weird but so what? I was afraid I would lose my load before I got past her lips. I did get past them and went deep into her throat. I was surprised to. I had just caught my breath when Mrs. Reynolds came back with her sons."Samantha? Please, can you do that routine again?" she asked. The truth was, I had pressed myself to the limit the first time through and my breasts were aching badly, but the prospect of having a new audience motivated me and I went back to the middle of the room and braced myself to begin again.I had not seen Jim and Bud since Mrs. Reynolds caught me with them. I had been too preoccupied with my own situation to think. The thought entered Nick's head, and he didn't believe it at first. She was staring right into his face, yet she didn't even show a hint of recognition."My fiancé will pay any ransom. If you hurt me he will track you down and kill you." Little did she know, she had said the one thing that would anger him most. Nick didn't want to hear about her fiancé, who from the sound of it, she obviously cared for, if not loved. And he certainly didn't want to hear of the other man's devotion to her, he.