“When I am ready,” Kiffi was now saying, “when my dick is ready again, you can earn the privilege of sucking it. You hear me, my girl? You hea... me? Turn around and see me.”Lotte turned around, to see Kiffi sprawled on the sofa, his big belly and thick legs massed onto the barely adequate sofa, his shirt showing the faint outline of man-boobs, and the light from the lamp on a nearby table showing the wrinkles of his sixty-year-old face.“See me, girl,” he reiterated. “I own you now. I paid. “Yessss, oh God yesssssssssss, please, please, I must, must come, oh fucking hell, , shit, you fucking bastard, let meeee, let me,,. I need toooooooo, must………..oh Jesus fucking hell, I’m oh yes, oh yes, cummmmmmmmmmmming, oh fuck yes, cummming yes, yes, yes.”I came in a hot wave of indescribable pleasure, then came again, equally as hard. His fingers still in me, he said, “ naughty, I didn’t tell you, you could come. Bad girls come without permission, now you must be punished!”Suddenly, without. With a soft soothing, voice, She said have you stopped to help me?I’ll take a look and see if I can I answered. She then opened her door and stepped out.She appeared to be in her twenty’s, stood about 5’7, 140. Had red hair that stopped just above her shoulders. I gazed into her eyes, green emeralds. My gaze moved down, she had on a yellow summer dress, which allowed some cleavage to show speckled with freckles. Just a little further and the faint hint of dark areola with about a two-inch. "I really came in to tell you that Chuck's hired Fran Fisher to supervise all the building work out here, and to draw up the plans for the conversions over on the Estate. She's a brilliant architect, you know, and a terror with sloppy builders."She's getting into the big airport in Oakland at around 1530 this afternoon, so I'll be going over to pick her up. Luckily, her flight is non-stop."I'm also waiting for a call for me to go over to Vegas – Steve and Chuck are bound to want some building.