Her hands glided over my body, tracing the outline of my chest muscles and shoulders, feeling my firm abs and butt, and finally settling on the thick ...ump of my manhood. Oh, eddie, you have been keeping something from me since morning,” she said with a husky devilish voice. Her fingers drew the outline of my cock that had grown its way down the leg of my boxers. “Mmm, you should get a better place to keep such a lovely thing than in your jocke.”I stepped back and watched as Parul squatted down. Hunter tensed up, uttering a low groan of his own, pumping his hips in time with hers, before collapsing onto her chest.She floated back down into herself, gasping for air, her eyes wide in amazement. It took her a few tries to regain her mental faculties enough to form a coherent sentence. And even that was broken by the dazed flutter still moving throughout her body.“Wha-... What… The hell… Was that?” she gasped out.“Never had one of those before?” Hunter smirked, his own breath still. "Judy Burton?" he said.The bartender's voice brought Judy back to reality. She was a whore, she thought, nothing but a whore, always on call. "Yes," she said, "I'm Judy Burton." Phone for you."She walked over to the bar and picked up the phone, dreading to hear the voice on the other end of the receiver, knowing that it would bring an end to her evening with Tim. "Hello," she said, caution in her voice."Hiya, Judy, this is Nelson."Slackjaws Nelson was Jay Snyder's enforcer, a big, mean, ugly. “Oh – my – God,” whispered Joan. The house was an antebellum era Greek revival but it was almost falling down. She glanced over at Sarah and impulsively grabbed her free hand and gave it a squeeze. “Please tell me there’s a wide semi-circular staircase and a chandelier and – “ Sarah uncharacteristically giggled and then wiped her sweaty palms on her short skirt. “It’s a fixer-upper. I’ve never owned a place I lived and I thought it was time to finally set down some roots. The price was right.