“Oh god! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chanted it over and over, until he replied in a low growl, “Soon.” A thrill raced through my body. He would fuc... me. Hard and fast. But first... ~~~~~~~~~~ Jared couldn’t believe his luck. Sexy Adia Jennings - the one girl all of the guys in American History loved to fantasize about - was in his arms, begging him to fuck her. Her scent was intoxicating. Her body was perfection. Her voice purred as she whispered dirty things in his ear. His ear. He could die. "Walter, you made an awfully big mess down there," she said. "Hasn't your mother taught you not to leave a mess? You're supposed to clean up the messes you make, Walter. With your tongue." Walter stared at her. Margaret spread her thighs again, giving him a mouthwatering spread-beaver view of her pussy. She dipped her finger into her red, cum-dripping hole, darting it salaciously in and out. "It's all hot and creamy," she panted. "I want you to clean it up for me, right now. . She sees to the hiring and supervision of the staff and oversees operations.”“Your own whorehouse. That’s cool.” Jake locked the safe back up. “How is the lawyer going to sell it?”“I didn’t even tell him about it. You can’t sell a criminal enterprise like that.”“How much money do you make from it?”“Net profits are about three-hundred-thousand a month.”“That’s a lot of money.”“It’s a nice place. Well run. It provides a discreet, premium service. Of course, I have very loyal and willing. Since she had interacted with him before she relaxed a bit and he took us to the far end of the shop quite inside very close to the trial rooms. I normally never accompanied her far ever and normally used to be seated near the main counter at the entrance where the male underwear section was. But this time I guess I got lucky and mom also did not stop me. So once we got to the end of the store I saw around and found a lot of posters and mannequins showing extra large size lingerie for women..