I hoped not, but I had to know. I am the kind of guy who wouldn't do anything against a lady's wishes, especially in this strange situation. So I aske... her, "is there something wrong? You had a strange look on your face just a moment ago when you inspected my den." Everything is fine," she answered. "I just did not expect to see a bed in your den. But I like the arrangement. I am sure that every proper prostitute has a bed somewhere to conduct business." That was a funny answer and both of us. (What did you expect from a chef?) I was only half-serious about my gripe, as we had certainly done enough vaginal sex to get her pregnant by now if she was fertile. I had tied her up plenty and fucked her in every position that occurred to either or both of us. I came in all three of her holes, several times each, not to mention on her tits. We had fucked, showered, eaten, fucked some more, sixty-nined each other repeatedly, rimmed each other, and Gods knew what else in the past three days. It. I turned and ran and ran and ran and ran.Storage Room 08’s door opened onto my panting, shuddering form. I turned, slammed the lock button down, then saw that the room was filled with crates and other storage units. I dragged the biggest crate I could – my arms straining, my muscles knotting with the effort - and pushed the crate between me and the door. With that done, I sat down and ducked my head forward. I panted, my shotgun clattering as I dropped it onto the ground beside me.“F-Fuck,” I. 'Hmmmm, I don't think so,' she says, undoing her dark hair and shaking her head so that it hangs just below her shoulders. 'At least, not before you've knocked off some of your debt.' She eases down on the bed and reaches across to squeeze my hard dick. 'So what's it to be -- front or rear?'This is a no brainer. She knows I'm an arse man and, apart from the fact that I get a real kick out of eating her butt, I know that arse licking leads to arse dicking. With a growl I roll her onto her froont.