We own you. Your dad (he indicated John with a twitch of his chin) chose not to play ball. Another time, that might have cost you your lives. You ma... grow up to wish it had, but it didn't. You belong to me now. I spent a lot of money on you, and I didn't do it because I give a fuck about you or your families" I'm a businessman. When I discover a market, I try to service it. My markets include drugs and prostitution. You boys aren't any good as drugs, but you have the makings of good. Her other hand came round on to my bum as she held on to my bucking hips, still one finger sliding in and out of my arse. It took not much more than a minute before my orgasm was exploding inside me, my legs trembled as pure pleasure surged through every fibre of my body. My arms were giving out supporting my weight, and then with a loud high pitched yelp, I crashed forward, almost hitting my head on the toilet as I fell.I lay panting, my sweating face pressed to the cold tile floor. After a. I thought he might have gone to the bathroom. I moved, and it was then I saw the note and a red rose on the pillow next to me. “I had a wonderful time darling, but needed to go back to my room, just in case my wife called. By the way I will be tied up in business meetings all day, so enjoy yourself, and doll, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”I understood completely, thought for a bit then chirped, “Ole lady, it's now or never to go to that nude beach!”So I donned a pair of casual shorts a loose. She had that fiery red hair that drove everyone crazy, even Pete. The Slate sisters were legendary in Garrett County for opening their legs in the backseats of cars, letting anyone with a rubber and 6 inches pound their pussies, going on birth control at 14 after Tammy Slate had that accident with her basketball coach and had to go live with her grandma for nine months. Usually Pete didn't go for easy kitty but from what he heard, Slate girls were tight as Chinese finger traps. Pete wasn't.