Fystee sweeps the piles of random literature from her desk clearing a nice spot to mount Pixie upon it. Pixie can still smell the alcohol on Fystee's ...reath and wonders just how good of a night she did have. Fystee throws the length of licorice she is still holding over the desk and traps Pixie between the her and the desk. Smiling with a twinkle she leans into Pixie for a gentle kiss while raising her arms over her head. She continues to get more forceful and she leans Pixie backwards onto. He freed one of her tits but still had her bra on. She looked at me and mouth the words “your slut is ready for cock”. She looked at Marcus, with her lipstick smeared around her lips, pre-cum on her cheek and her hair in every which way, “Give me your cock and fuck me like a whore”. He pushed the tip of his cock into her and she held my hand tightly. “you want more of this bitch?” “Yessss,” she moaned swiveling her hips. He guided in another 4 inches. She gasped in pleasure and held her hand. ”“My name is Martin, but you can call me Marty. Gee, your girl sure is pretty. I have a little sister that I have to keep an eye on. Her name is Linda,” he said sounding proud.I had a horrible time as a kid - my dad would never get me a clip-on tie for things like this. I had to learn the hard way, how to tie a Windsor knot. I helped little Martin with his tie.“Gee, thanks mister?” he said putting his hand out to shake mine. I grabbed it and we shook.“Would everyone please sit, we’re ready to. We’ve got to be ready to offer some incentives.”Homer eased back in his chair and pursed his lips in a show of disapproval.“Maybe we just don’t want...”Cal leaned forward, as if chasing his reluctant listener.“This is the best chance we’ve had in years. We can’t blow it. Some other town will get this if we don’t come up with a good package.”“Alright—alright; we can listen, at least,” Homer said. “Who is this outfit, anyway, and what are they going to be making out there.”“It won’t be a.