By the time, I generally asked her whether her life is going good and all. She was saying ok. I asked the reason, she said since her hubby comes only ...n Sundays and she feels bored on weekdays. I casually said have a boy friend na.. She said she was once betrayed by a guy like that. When I enquired about that, it was her house owner’s son who is younger to her by at least 8 years. He has fucked her twice and dint turn up afterwards. I told her that don’t worry, I’m there as a friend for you.. When I finished my champagne, I tossed the empty glass onto the seat next to me and stretched out. Marilyn giggled and finished hers off and set her glass aside as well. “Would you like me to help you get comfortable?” she asked.“Please!”She giggled again, and then slipped down to the floor and knelt at my feet. Marilyn unzipped my pants and pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles. “You’re violating the rules, remember?” she said when she saw my shorts.“Punish me later, if you don’t. Sure, it was an act, but it felt more like a game. Her trying to get me to pay her to see what she came on that site to show, and me trying to see how much I could get her to do without shelling any out. At least once a week, and sometimes once a day, I would talk a hot girl's bra off. If I was lucky, I'd convince her to take off everything. Those days were epic...and arousing, of course.Still, I felt a little bad for those girls. Many of them ended up getting recorded, and the videos spread. Lou rubbed his arms briskly to work up some warmth and immediately wished he hadn't. Not only did his chest protest, but his shoulder came alive with its own pain.In the cold, dim desert evening Lou listened for the sounds of the posse clattering down the canyon wall, or picking its way along the dry wash. Maybe they were making camp, waiting for day break. Maybe they hadn't heard the bay's screams. Maybe hurt and without a gun Lou still had a chance. Maybe.As soon as he'd finished taking Mary.