" Where are you from, Marcy?" Dexter, Kansas, but my parents moved here when I was just a little girl, so I call Clewiston home." Really, well... I'm ...rom Mississippi myself."Marcy's expression changed instantly, from the pleasure of a handsome young man's company to the resignation that he wanted nothing but her body."I... said I was from Mississippi," he repeated."Where... do you want to go," she asked."This way," he said leading the way out of the gym and down a long hallway. It was dark in. She doesn't resist Anne's hands, caressing her legs under the table. By an eye-wink Anne lets me in on what she is doing. Anne smiles, as I act tipsy clumsiness, drop my knife on the floor. Eagerly I get up and down on my knees to start my seek under the table. Right at that moment . Which is not just a spot, like earlier this afternoon at my first glimpse of her hidden hot private parts, but Anne knows, that I will inhale from as close as I can get. , at least tonight and tomorrow!Anne holds. “You have given me an idea. Instead of sex trafficking, perhaps we could do brokering. Simply bring seller and buyer together for a commission from each party. Once together, the two parties could work out the details without our further involvement.”“That’s interesting, but if we don’t participate in the details, we really won’t know how to set the commission, unless you foresee a fixed fee arrangement.” Bill added.“I can figure that out.” Steve said. “Ed should be able to find plenty of. A big one at that.just then you were saying something to M about how great that felt or what not. he said, that nothing, check this, and then told me to break the bed. so i kicked it into hyperdrive and your eyes agian went to the back of your head. we went for a good while. all the while m and your wife were also having fun. then they start watching and I get to squirting. several times and its gushing out like dry falls did when i was kissing M behind it. I even gave you half a blowjob.