She could see the distrust in his eyes. He was furious with her. He didn’t know whether to believe her. “You should have told me.” He said quiet...y.“I was afraid.” Courtney said, her voice shaking. “Please, Dylan...”Dylan sighed as he looked at her, shaking his head. “You should never have gone over there.” His voice dropped.“Please believe me, Dylan!” Courtney pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. “Please! You have to believe me!” her voice was frantic as she looked him.Michael laughed as he. I knew there wasnobody to stop them. It wasn't too hard for them obviously. The girl on theSimmons' right wasn't making nearly as much money and she wasn't running. Iknew I'd regret it but I had to ask the questions. There was too much moneyinvolved. "You said a million bucks. Howhard is it to make that kind of money?" "Very hard," Marie noted. "OK, tell me the details. I promiseto remain calm." It was Marie who gave the explanation. "Wehave two levels of service, bondage slave and sex slave.. .. :-P) and so i'm gone in the bathroom external :-P and, under the shower, i succeed right away at shoot myself a mega-handjob (i had enough of load :-P) thinking at that striptease of my sis of the evening before and at the stockings that she is putting :-P (we say also with the addition, namely when, after her striptease, she had putted those nice black leggings and does right front me that beautiful doggy-style :-P and then when i'm returned at room and she was again with bra and panties. We went into the lavish rooms, one being a large lounge with big furniture and a very large screen tv.I asked her to take a seat, and asked if she would like a drink, she asked for a cold one.I brought her a large Vodka and Coke (she looked like a Vodka drinker to me).We made small talk and she giggled while she drank her drink, and she was getting rather tipsy when she said burst out laughing and said "I cant believe that you injured yourself, by trying to get a better look at my tits.I went.