For the last I don't know how long - hour? Two hours? - my ass had been getting joyously plowed by a succession of cocks, each one bigger than the las..., and now Brent was back there finger-banging me and it felt too small. I wanted more. I wanted bigger. Needed bigger. Needed more. Something happened inside me and suddenly I pushed my ass back and started wiggling it."Gotcha!!" Brent burst out. "Stevie really wants it now. Look how his hungry hole is searching for more."I was completely. I opened the door and before me stood this disheveled kid with long hair, tattoos, gold chains, and piercings-- the kind of kid I imagined Ryan's kid Kyle might grow up to be. I looked directly into the bloodshot eyes of this piece of shit, ready for a fight.“Get your shit and get the fuck out!” I said.“Man, get the fuck out of my way!” Ethan said, half-drunk. “This is between me and my bitch!”“She's not your bitch, buddy,” I said. “Now go!”Ethan took a swing at me and it was on. He got me good. Over the fireplace was the largest photographic print I’ve ever seen. It was a larger than life-size picture of an infeasibly cool slender languid imperious Nordic blond woman lying on her left side on a grey rock in a very blue sea. She’s propped up on her left elbow and her head is erect, looking straight into the camera with bored but untroubled arrogance. Her right leg is propped up to show the hips of an extremely dark and glossy black guy with his thick cock plunged to the root into her. " Were you Mr. Paxton's personal assistant?" asked Rose."Not quite. We were the only girls at his penthouse in New York. That position was formerly held by those bitches Corrine and Jennifer, until they got the upgrade. We were technically assistants to Fred, the butler of the suite, but whenever Roy was in town, we belonged to him."Bernice and I had it all figured out. We were going to blow his mind in bed; he'd then have to give us those bitches' job."That all went away, when my Bernice got.