There is a lot of room, and it sure is comfortable.”“Just be thankful you don’t have to sit in the back. There isn’t enough room for a small c...ild, but for some reason, there are seat belts.”She looks back, sees what I mean and laughs.“Every vehicle I have seen you in so far has been practical. This sure isn’t.”“Now and then, a guy has to have fun. Besides, the Arrow isn’t practical, and that is a vehicle.”“If this is how you have fun, then what are all the slaves for?”It is my turn to hit her. Bill, no doubt, Maura thought as she walked to the door. The way he’d always looked at her even as he ordered her to keep her clothes on in the house from now on, she’d always figured he’d break down and make a pass at her sooner or later. Sharon presented the bigger challenge, but Maura had to admit that probably just wasn’t going to happen. Either way, her evening was about to get a lot more interesting, for better or worse… …Or both. When Maura opened the door, she was greeted not with Bill. She reminded me of a giddy schoolgirl, excited to be experiencing her first kiss or her first date. But soon enough, she took all of me in her mouth, grabbed me, and started stroking harder and faster. She looked at Danny, still in the corner, watching a stranger on his bed with his young wife. “It feels so fucking good!” she said without pause. Danny smiled more, thrilled that his wife was experiencing her fantasy, on the bed they sleep on every night. “Slow down.” I told her. “This will be. Couple of cops know Im out here a lot, so they kewl with it. “So what kinda rules we talking about”? I explain that it's mostly simple common sense stuff---dont fuck with the little k**s, no making fun of other k**s—every body gotta learn, no fighting—unless it's me, and no dope. We also make sure that all the k**s got protection gear. If they don't , or can't afford it—we get it for them. “Ya, but I just saw you and a couple of dudes sharing a joint”. “Ya, we might get a buzz from time to.