With store-bought sauce and no garlic bread. White wine only; no red.”Mander agreed, not thinking she was getting mean about it until she got to the...no garlic bread and wine-pairing part. He contributed his own thoughts to the de-beating; a word La Contessa made up earlier in the conversation to describe “this little post-beating de-briefing. Hey,’ de-beating!’”“Guess we learned how Scott got some of his hardware and knew who to send ‘em to. With everything he was doing for Dietz, he wouldn’t. Harley nodded and asked, "You open for business?" Yep, if you got the money to pay," the old man answered."Oh, I might find four bits in my pocket somewhere," Harley answered him."Well then, come on in." He held the door open with a flourish and the big man entered.Harley gingerly sat in the barber chair. He was about to get his first "store bought haircut." The barber draped a fresh cloth over him and tucked it in at the neck. With scissors and comb he attacked the thick shock of blue-black. She whimpered again. Her body took up a rhythm as she rode his hand, his fingers pressed to her g-spot inside, her clit pressed into his palm. She held herself steady with her hands on his shoulders, her forehead resting against his. Her pussy was soaking his hand, she knew, and she knew that he was loving it. She had been thinking about this for over an hour, ever since the guests had started arriving at Debra's snobby little soiree, and the build up as she had prepared had left her wet to. Herhands would roam over her young body, squeezing her breasts, pinching hernipples, as I shot off pic after pic. Without even asking, Britney raisedher legs high in the air and slowly removed her panties. She tossed themaside and then brought her feet back to the bed and spread her legs wide forme.My cock was rock hard as I watched this young girl finger her hot pussy,moaning softly and writhing on the bed. I could see Britney staring at thebulge in my shorts as she continued masturbating for.