"Easy" She said in a cruel tone, then threw her clothes at Philip. "Put them on, and get out of MY house" she demanded. "But its my house" "Not an...more. This house belongs to Philip Cook, not to Carly Sherwood. And you sure as hell don't look like Philip Cook" Carly laughed at the look of horror on Phillips face. "You're also fired. I don't need you around as a secretary when you could be trouble. And if you try telling anyone, I'll just say that you were fired for stealing from. Local residents were in the habit of using the golf course as a wooded park during the summer and as private cross-country skiing locale/toboggan run in the winter. At the other end of the one-way street was the heart of 'the village', a street lined on both sides with stores and boutiques, some straight, run of the mill, like a grocery store and a body shop, others, high end 'fashion' boutiques.The day-care center, itself, was a low, single floor 'ranch-style' building, painted a 'New England'. He moved his hand down and worked it into her pussy, washing away the physical evidence of her rape. Mehmet moved in and directed the jet of water at her genitals, cleaning both her pussy and her arsehole. Moving round he made sure to wash every inch of her body, so that she was ready for the next session. Having finished washing her he turned off the hose, the two men took the dripping girl down from the ceiling, and undid her gag. It was the first time Olivia had been free to talk in her. This was exactly what Callie had planned. Watching me suck, sip, slurp, gargle and choke over a man’s cock with a full load of jizz in my mouth and on my face. ‘Hands and knees,’ she said once I got Brandon fully erect. I slurped up all the cum and saliva off of his penis that had managed to escape my mouth, then turned around in front of him on all fours so that my butt was exposed for Brandon. I leaned forward and and rested my head on the bed, wiping some of the juices off of it at the same.