Marci asked if she could get a few additional tattoos several months back and I granted her wish.After several minutes of watching, I push the door op...n, "Marci, what is the meaning of this?" I say in a stern voice.Both girls freeze and look at me with shock as they let the pillows slip from their hands. Entering the bedroom, I unbuckle my belt and slowly pull it through the belt loops. Marci's facial expression immediately turns to one of knowing what is to come.“Marci, on the floor now, and. That's a hundred and forty-four thousand T-shirts." I didn't hear about that yet," I answered. "Did the order come from Phil's group or your side?"Henry said, "Neither one, the order came in from Ryan's group. Seems the Atlanta distributorship marketed the T-shirts to a bunch of their customers and the big order is the result. They didn't know the correct pricing, so they priced the T-shirts a little high figuring they would cost a little more. They didn't realize that we made everything. If she thinks kids have money, she latches on and fosters them herself. By the time the kids reach their majorities, the money’s gone - supposedly spent on their care, but really on herself.” Nancy snorted, “She gets away with it because her aunt is a bigwig in state-level social services, and her cousin is a family services administrative judge near Savannah.” She whispered, “I think they’re all on the take.” She frowned and continued, “Another of her strategies is to separate siblings and. "Jesus," whispered Brenda to Andy as she continued rotating her hot, slippery pussy around the hard length of his cock. "He's really going down on her." I'II bet that's a tasty little cunt," panted Andy."It probably is," she giggled. "But I'm sure you'll get your turn at it before the night is, over." Reaching around Brenda's waist, Andy cupped her firm tits in his hands. Feeling the warmth of her cunt walls squeezing around the throbbing thickness of his prickshaft, he buried his face in her.