Cherry is, right now, a life support system for three cock holes and I had to remind her of that more than once. Then, as I parked my truck in such a ...ay as to provide a little privacy later on, I had to put up with the PAIR of them moaning and whining when I announced that Berry would have to scout out and proposition potential Johns.My thinking was fairly simple. Berry was a minor, so if she propositioned an undercover cop, it’d be easier for her to claim ignorance than if Cherry did. Anyway,. There would be time for that later. He shivered a little at the thought of...later. Maybe Susan could give him some guidance and help in that task tonight. He was beginning to like her smile. Thoughts of kissing her came unbidden into his head. She would have to shave off the goatee, though. He wasn't ready to kiss someone with a beard. Some feminine urge told him that might change by tonight as well. He tried to put such thoughts out of his mind. They had a job to do. The people. Taking my cock from her mouth I positioned her over the arm of the sofa ass up face down teasing her slit with the tip I slowly work it in yesss she moans fucking her with slow long strokes she try’s to push back into me holding her hips I limit how much shaft she gets as I fuck into her sloppy wet snatch her moans are louder almost crying faster slower deep n shallow I feel her cunt spasm around my shaft sinking it to the hilt she bucks and cums again holding her tight I ride out her orgasm. She had, in turn, drawn up a list of suspects, none of whom included Charles Spiderton. Michael the butcher’s son, a handsome man if a bit lacking in cleverness. Professor Rasputin, charming and newly arrived from far away lands. Nicolas Nightengale, once a soldier in the King’s army who looked quite dashing in his uniform, or so she thought. But never, ever, ever did she suspect the true origin of the offerings, a fact that The Spider was gleefully aware of. You see, he had hatched a nefarious.