I looked up at jake with an Are-You-Serious look on my face. “Jordan” he said with an edge to his voice. I shook marks hand and said “hey”. Lo...king away I said “well while you guys are out here talking about manly things im going to go take a bath” “okay babe” he said and kissed me square on my lips. I blushed a little because mark was staring right at us. Then I heard his voice inside my head. “I will see you tonight” I jerked my head back and saw mark staring at me with a grin on his. About ten seconds later the guy under me exploded, his warm come filling me and immediately dripping out.Seven down. Four to go.The guy in my left hand crawled under me. The last guy took his place.It took me a few minutes to get back in to it, but this was the last time tonight I would have four cocks at once, so I decided it was time. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the cocks pumping my cunt, and the firm, warm meat in my throat.This was better than any of my dreams. Even. She hesitated before knocking, wondering if she should just run away, but she knew how dangerous living on the streets could be. Doing what Benton asked could at least buy her some time to get back on her feet, and he would probably get tired of this after a few times anyway. At least that's what she told herself.She finally knocked on the door, and Benton opened it within a few seconds and said, "Right on time. I was wondering if you had changed your mind. Good thing you didn't -- you may. This isn’t the time to talk about her past – just accept that it’s complicated – but it can be said that Ysabet is Middle Eastern, European and American in varying degrees. The voice definitely has the cadence of her Arabic youth, and that’s what gave her away. We ate pitta bread, fruit, cheese, a late lunch. Or pre-dinner snack, if you prefer. Ysabet had brought some spiced coffee, but after a miniscule mouthful apiece we all – and that included Ysabet – agreed this was an evening drink, and.