Oh, well, maybe I can earn some more before then... or sell something to get a little extra bread! Christ! I've got to see Marcy, though.He went back ...nto his bedroom; his search turned up another 75 cents in change. He'd have enough for a couple of packs of cigarettes. An inspiration struck him and on impulse he carried it out. Carrying the ten-dollar bill was foolish, he decided; he should have two fives, instead.Going back through the kitchen, dining room and living room, he went into his. He could only think of somebody breaking in. If Linda had some itch in her kitty and wanted to have sex, she would have come in last night. He thought to get up and walk down to face whoever had dared to enter through the kitchen door at the back of the house. He had hardly moved to grab his underwear from under the pillow to cover his morning stiffness, that he heard very familiar foot-steps of Linda walking on the kitchen floor towards the stairway. She peeked in the bedroom to see Brad. “You like that, bitch?” Kasim growled between flicks of his tongue. His index finger pressed firmly against her pearled nub, stroking it. Layla bit her lip, a wave of pleasure coursing through her, from her clit to her core. “Y-yes Sir.”“Call me Master,” Kasim growled, nipping at her joy nub with his teeth.“Yes Master,” she gasped, her nipples hardening up as he continued to lick, suck, and nip at her pussy. Finally, after a while, ever so hesitantly at first, Layla gently placed her bound. I mean yes... I mean well of course but..." stumbled the man."Come on," urged Stacey, "You've got to do better than that if you want to win the girl." She shot him a wicked smile."Well obviously you look stunning," blurted the man. "I just don't know how a guy like me can talk to a girl... like you."Stacey was moved by this compliment and decided she felt like getting a naughty. Eyeing how the man's tight t-shirt was fighting to contain the bulging muscular frame of its owner, she decided to.