But, it's just for the weekend, right?" She lifted my head off her tits and looked at me for a long moment then hugged me to her breast again. "We'll ...ee." We cuddled a little more, then she told me to go to the cot, where i ran my mental video of the evening over and over until i fell asleep. Thanksgiving Day: i woke up to piss about 6AM. Master's bitch was gone. On my way back i passed by Master's and Maggie's bedroom. The door was half open and i could see Master, doing Maggie doggie style,. He dipped two fingers inside her, sinking into her slick warmth. The breath she let out this time wasn’t so quiet. His mouth twitched at her reaction. He plunged further, feeling the quick shudder that ran through her. His cock pointed straight up, desperate for entry. He held back, gliding his fingers in and out of her until her hips lowered to deepen his touch. When her sighs turned to moans and her legs began to tremble, he clasped her thigh to steady her and massaged her clit with the. “A good time, Charlie?” I smile; no one ever calls me Charlie anymore. I haven’t heard that since my father passed two years ago. Tim knows all about that. I think I sat in his bar for two days straight, crying into a bottle of whiskey. Tim took care of me then. “If you want a good time, Charlie, I will give you one.” Tim lowers his head and nips my ear as he speaks. “You came in tonight with a purpose. You are trying to forget someone; trying to get over someone. Who is it? Tell me.” My head. The sort of women who had always previously been out of his reach.Society women, moneyed, confidently arrogant. He could never afford such women. They looked at him as he were dirt . . . and he had had to be content with scrubbers and low-class tarts. The sort of women who didn’t mind when a man was not only a criminal but looked like one.“I guess that’s true,” said Quentin smugly. “And now, Havers, I’ll just repeat what I’ve said several times before. Repeat it for the last time. Get out of.