I don't trust you guys to follow through. Brandy and I brought a floppy with the agreement as we e-mailed it to you. We are going to sit down at a com...uter, fix the agreement so it gives the Kaps 15%, and we are all going to sign it. Then we'll talk about Brandy and I putting on a show, but not to cause the loser's sorority to only have five preselected wrestlers."Not only did the two Kaps call me chicken, so did Brandy. It was obvious the loser's house was going to be disadvantaged. I had to. Like most of the other houses in the area, Wayne’s home was large and imposing. I knocked on the front door and hadn’t waited long before the door opened. Wayne greeted me with a drink in one hand, shoeless and dressed in trousers and a silk robe belted at the waist, with a mass of black curly chest hair showing where his robe parted. Seeing him in daylight, I guessed him to be in his early fifties. Waving me inside, he closed the door, and then led the way through to the lounge, asking if I. The two visitors sat on our couch and -- right on cue -- Mom brought out two frosty glasses of lemonade. The two women, still a little sweaty after the long practice, eagerly downed their beverages."Candice came by earlier. She seems like a very nice girl," my mom said."Not at all. Our squad is very close," Mrs. Giancotti said, glancing at Mickey, who rolled her eyes but said nothing. Both knew all too well that Candice was always exactly as friendly as she needed to be.As we chatted, I. The first man had broken out into a sweat. His jellied stomach bounced as he gave The Boss every last inch of his cock. “Do it!” The Boss urged. “Fill my cunt with every last drop of spunk in your bollocks!”Spoken in such a posh voice, the demand was irresistible. I could easily understand why the man suddenly grunted. “Take it!” he panted. “Fucking take my spunk, you dirty slag. Fucking take every last drop!”As he pulled out he gave The Boss’s arse a slap. He must have given her quite a load,.