We had rented out my condo to Gretchen and Chastity. When Mister Roberts drove up, he went to the door of my old condo and pounded on it. We called Ch...stity and Gretchen to pull into our drive from work rather than where he was parked. After talking a moment, Gretchen and I walked around from the back of our condo to the back of theirs. She and I opened the front door and walked out. Mister Roberts jumped from his car and shouted that his daughter's problems were all my fault. Before I knew. She moaned, feeling him inside her again."Oh, fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me deep and hard!"But he was only in her pussy on a visit, just getting his cock lubed for the real job."I'll give it to you deep and hard in a minute, bitch!" he growled. "But first I have to get good and wet so I don't rip your shit-hole open."The coarse voice tone, the ugly, nasty words--they thrilled her unbelievably. He was going to use her like a piece of meat, and she could not have been happier if he'd eaten her. Her intent became apparent to him with alarming exactitude. “Jesus Christ, Irish, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed as he jerked the raised hem back down. “I need to feel you,” she answered blindly, trying to pry his fingers off the satin. He captured her wrists to still them and spoke in a low rush into her ear, “Heads up, gorgeous. I want you plastered all over me like paint too but we’re in a public place here and I don’t know what your views on voyeurism are but when I. He’d left in a bit of a blur and told her something about the property he’d inherited from his uncle needing serious repair work. While technically true, he’d sold those buildings nearly a year ago, their filthy, rotting walls were someone else’s problem now. Good riddance. Some mouldy old houses, which would take more money to renovate than they could ever dream of making, or enough whisky, opium and women to last a lifetime? Captain Wood knew which he would choose every time – and he had.