Chayne was not an arsonist but she surely knew how to burn a bridge. None of her exes consider Chayne a friend. She is regarded as the devil to some. ...ither you love her or you hate her and I am not trying to be literal that is just how she rubbed people. Chayne booked a date with the gentleman that placed the call to her and headed home. On the way there she thought about Dirty. She wanted to give him her number but she did not feel as if he was interested in her. Just her luck. She is always. "We're so glad you're home."Jean giggled. "Did you wake, husband, to find your hands full of inappropriate body parts? I know you get familiar with me while you sleep." Megan laughed, too."I did find -- or was rather guided to -- a very nice breast before I fell asleep," allowed Mike with a grin."I think I found its mate, now that I think about it," laughed Jean. She turned to Megan. "You are even more beautiful than I knew, Daughter." Megan blushed.They set about serving themselves a weekday. As he continued pounding me mercilessly, I was completely overwhelmed by the flood of sensation and soon felt the first tingling of my impending orgasm building within me. The sensation became more and more intense and just as I was reaching the climax, he drove deep between my thighs and stopped; leaving me writhing helplessly around his motionless cock. I was teetering on the very edge of an orgasm, and so turned on I could barely breathe, let along speak, but managed to whisper, “Oh god,. .. tips... an iPod... please!" "Know how you got those tips, whore," Michael said snidely. "Allthat fucking posing behind the bar, eh?" He slapped one of her breasts,hard, and she cried out, so he slapped it again and warned her to keep quietor 'bad things would happen'. "Tell me, what's your name? I've been aching to put a name to your facefor a while now." "Rebecca," she said, sobbing the name out. "Rebecca. Rebecca. Becky. Becks," Michael tried out the variations. "Ithink 'slut' suits you.