Joerg spurred his horse, and in short time, he arrived at the scene. An older man in peasants' clothes lay motionless on his back, a spreading pool of...blood under his head, while a younger man writhed in pain, a stab wound in his abdomen.Two girls were on their backs, with two men between their flailing legs, humping away. All the men looked up in alarm, hearing the hoof beats of the new arrivals.In a flash, Joerg was off his charger, the longsword in his hand. A sidewise glance told him the. Me – While you lay there fucked out of your senses, with your pussy open leaking of strange men’s cum, you get showered with money for your good work.Her – Uh I don’t know Aryan.Me – You wanted your husband to buy you that sundress remember?Her – Yes why?Me – How you couldn’t have it because he blocked your card and wouldn’t let you have any money?Her – Yes.Me – Imagine never having to beg to anyone, the only thing you got to do is fuck other men which you love anyway. Either way, it is a. "But what about the boys?" he asked. Indicating the three daughters-for-a-day, "How...? Are they...?" "Are they crossdressers, dear?" Karen smiled. "No. Although they might be after today. All of them, the BOYS, that is, are quite taken with the four Vaingirls." "The three younger ones only, I'm sorry to say," interjected Joyce, smiling. "They seemed to thoroughly enjoy their makeovers," continued Karen, "and none of them have been able to pass a mirror without looking in. I asked Margie to just beep the horn, and I would hurry out the door and into her car in case Marlene just happened to be driving by. It almost felt like I was breaking out of jail and running to the getaway car as I quickly made my way across the grass with Dianne grabbing ahold of me and guiding me into the back seat. I could smell the two perfumes that Dianne and Margie were wearing. I could also smell the cigarette smoke on Margie as I leaned over the seat and gave her a kiss. ‘Margie, you.