But then Claire interjected, "Wait, where's Jess then?" And Ally lookedaround, speaking in kind. "Yeah I don't see her here.... Jesse where areyou?" B...cky stood shocked for a moment, then regained her composure."Uhh well, it was actually two peepers, and I think Jesse ran offthrough the backdoor here.... the other guy must have been a sprinter;good thing Jesse a tryout for the track team heh," Becky remarked. "Soyou gals want to punch this peeper in the dick? Seems he was quitearoused at the. ”“You better get in the shower. I got some baby oil in the bathroom I want you to rub all over that pretty slim ass.”Torrance headed into the bathroom of the one-bedroom apartment after pulling off his wig. Marcus joined him in the shower and fucked him again for good measure. It was a soapy, wet, loud session. Marcus choked the faggot when he got ready to skeet. “Got damn, faggot,” howled the barrel-chested man.Marcus washed up and left Torrance to finish with his own cleaning ritual. Torrance. ’ Vince suggested. As Vince drove me to the market I had time to think about the events of the past two days. I’d gone from being an unknown waitress working in an unknown little restaurant to hopefully being the main squeeze of the heir apparent for one of New York’s best known families. Many women might hesitate getting involved with a man who runs brothels but the idea actually excited me. I’d have the chance to act as the perfect lady when in public with Angelo enjoying all the glitz and. Although I had been propped on top to the conference room desk for almost twenty minutes, my black stiletto heels still caused a bit of discomfort to my feet. I knelt down for a moment as I picked up my blouse when I heard Mr. Peters comment to a gentleman who had entered the room."Robin is waiting for you Winston. I hope I didn't leave her in too much of a muddled state." Oh don't be daft Peters. You won't know what disheveled is until you see what I do to her."I heard Mr. Banks English drawl.