I reached out and tweaked one of her small, pink nipples and then pulled her to me and captured her mouth with mine as we crushed my rigid cock betwee... our bodies. It was almost up to her boobs. She was sobbing and kissing me all over the place. We were just about the same size, five-ten or so, but I was heavier, stronger and better muscled, and I had enjoyed a lot more experience, sexual experience, than she had. By the time I enslaved her, I had humped dozens of girls and women. I never. She kept the books, so she knew how much Two Guys Working was worth. Depending on the value one put on the office cleaning business and this house, their assets were worth somewhere around $80,000.They weren’t the only ones doing well. The other day, she had looked at her bank statement for her savings account and had been shocked to discover that there was nearly $2,000 in it. She’d been depositing the money from painting house numbers on curbs without even keeping track of it. That was about. I was removing my other foot when she leaned forward and sucked on the head of my dick! Grandpa Dan caught me as I started to fall over backwards again! "And the shirt!" she laughed "Hurry Up!". I did as I was told and was rewarded by watching her do the same.Sherry didn't wear a bra,because she didn't need one yet,and when she took her shorts off,she wasn't wearing any underwear! She turned around very slowly,showing off her naked body to me. She turned around one more time and stuck her ass. In the last possible place she thought of looking. At last, more than a puppet. Maybe a way out of this downward spiral. An escape, a new cocoon. At least for the moment. The bartender’s eyes calmly returned the gaze as if every consensus of the western culture’s decorum of non confrontation had been put out of play. She stared. He stared. And that felt like the most natural thing in the world. Like magnetic poles attracting. She couldn’t have looked away even if she had set her mind to it..