" She turned to Thule, "Whatever my brother may have told you, I am not a brood mare to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. So, save your breath."...Thule," said Randy, speaking a little more loudly, "is Marigold Tarr's intended." Oh," said Tryne, her hand flying to her mouth, "I'm sorry. I..." No harm," said Thule magnanimously, waving her off, "I'm sure you must have many suitors." The word, so archaic, seemed to fit in here. Among the Vandevoorts, everyone seemed to talk like they lived. Banerjee. They were around their 70s, and they treated me like their own kid. I, too, would help them whenever they needed my help in anything. One day they called me at their home. I went and was greeted by mrs Banerjee. She took me in and started talking to them. As I was chatting with them, a woman walked from inside with a tray with some snacks and a cold drink for me.She was wearing a lovely pink color suit. She looked in her late 30s, or maybe she was around 40 years of age. She gave me a. 'I'm sorry, punish me if it will make you feel better,' Sammy says regretfully, 'you just make me come so much, I can't control myself!''It's okay, I forgive you,' I hesitate, laying myself upon her, slipping around on her oiled up little body, 'but I'm going to fucking ram your ass raw anyway...'Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I take her ass in my hands and hoist her up. She knows what's next. I can see her approval in the dirty slut look on her face and in her glittering eyes. I stand up. “yes” I replied, curious about where this might be going. “I don’t know about you but I’m horny just thinking about how close I was to fucking Dee.” He said. “I’m horny just listening to you talk about it” I agreed.We walked on in silence for a couple of minutes while going down a narrow lane between the houses. Once we were clear and back in the open street, John turned to me. “Would you fuck a guy if you were horny enough?” he asked. I can’t explain why, but I felt a weight lift from me..