Shall we say about nine-ish?”Tom nodded and stepped aside to let Kirsty enter before him.***Tom looked up from his book as Kirsty burst into the lou...ge.“Sorry I am late, I was chatting to my agent and lost track of time,” she suddenly stopped talking.“Something wrong?” asked Tom.“It’s just that you appear to have dressed up, I feel embarrassed.”Tom looked at Kirsty, who was still standing in the doorway, dressed in leggings and a hoodie, “Don’t be, it is better to be comfortable and happy,. She straightened back up, and there was no sign whatever of the open seam, so she looked perfectly normal. She looked at the tent in my pants and said, “let that thing get some air, sweetheart, he”s smothering in there! She then went over and on tiptoes, bent over the table, reaching back and pulling the jeans and panties apart, along with the lips of her cunt, which was oozing her grayish cunt lubricant. I didn”t need any more urging, I unzipped my pants, flopped out my 7in cock, which by now. I thought you were criminals and... I was just trying to support myself. And...” Their glares were all angry. I shut my mouth.“And she won't be a problem?” Angela asked.Chaun shook his head. “No.”“Do it.”Chaun cupped my tear-stained cheeks. I stared into his violet eyes as he sang. It was wordless and enchanting. The words spilled around me. My mind's focus sharpened on Chaun's eyes, on his words. I could feel them pouring into my mind, serenading me. A part of me wanted to rebel, to throw them. “Want a real whore?” Ning nearly cooed. “Old time sake? Clayton probably somewhere fucking one of his bargirls.”Clayton was Dogface. Nikki had started calling him that because of his full, silver beard, not because he looked like a dog.Stone’s cock buzzed with warmth as he watched Ning brush her finger up and down the length of her exposed slit. She was supple and intensely appetizing, but she was only inflaming his desire for Nikki. He stood up and went to the window, giving Ning his back out.