“I think you might say that,” smiled Quentin. “This slave ...” he pointed at Simone ...” has just been fucked by Hans but she still doesn’... seem satisfied.” “Hot for more cock, is she?” “I think you might say that ... yes ...” A little moan escaped Simone’s lips. Was there no limit to the horrors that could be heaped upon her? She had already been ****d and she had had to use her breasts in a most disgusting way. Now, it seemed, she was about to be ****d again. “Did you say something, slave?”. "There was a flash of energy, one that lit up all three rooms of the apartment. The windows and the door flew open, and a host of unwanted matter started moving quickly through the air. As quickly as it had begun, it was over. Left in it's place was a completely renovated, spotlessly cleaned, thoroughly sanitized, efficiency apartment. Caleb sat down on one of the newly cleaned and repaired dinette chairs, looking around, casually admiring his work.It had required the expenditure of thirty. Master bathrooms are important to me, and it was definitely a consideration when I bought my place. This house had a particularly amazing one. It had a marble two-person jacuzzi tub, full mirrors, two sinks, a separate enclosed space for the toilet, and a very large shower stall. The shower was the crowning glory - not only was it large enough to hold a fair-sized orgy, it had four showerheads with very impressive water pressure. It cost a fortune to pay for the water, but it was worth every. ." I'm not so sure. I gotta go. The small-dicked bastard is now checking our performance with a stop-watch." Alice hurried to order the first round of Cosmopolitans to start the evening. Both friends settled in the comfortable upholstered chairs to wait for the other girls. They took the seats that gave them a frontal view of the large television screen, one of the perks of getting there early. Most of the screens were tuned to one of the sports channels, but theirs was on CNN."And we return.