She'd lost track of how many times she'd cum but it was more than eight. The first had been when he fingered her in the car outside of the bar where t...ey had met up and she had sucked his dick on the ride to his condo. Betty hadn't given head in a car since before she was married. There were a lot of things she hadn't done since then and she couldn't wait to do them all with Harold.She had met him months earlier at a party thrown by a mutual friend and the first time they met it was clear that. You could get some good money for them."Zena looked at me and said, "You could probably get enough for the additions on your house that you want to do, maybe even have a patio and pool like this one."I nodded, thinking about it and said, "Actually there is a little cypress swamp that takes up at least two of the lots. I wouldn't want to disturb that and all the wildlife. Since the lots are all six hundred feet deep and five hundred across, those are pretty big lots but the park wants to keep. He stared at the swirling scars cut decoratively into their skin, remembering the feeling of the whip and shards slicing through his own flesh. He kept following Aubrey, walking past other slaves on display in various positions and lighting. Cages, frames, and racks decorated the corners and walls,some holding slaves, other bare. They went down a floor, passing a massive kitchen and various other rooms. Aubrey stopped in front a door at the end of the hall. Opening the door, Aubrey led Drake. " Yeah." Will flashed a sheepish grin. "Did I tell you that the writer who owns that ranch is someone I used to date?" Really?" Claire smiled and rested her chin on her folded hands. Tell me more, her expression said."Really. You may know her—Anne Barcza?" You used to date Anne Barcza?" Claire laughed."Yes, ma'am. Anyway, she came on to me. Renewed her offer for some casual boffing on the side." And what did you say?" I told her I was flattered, but very much committed at the moment. She said.