My panties were soaking wet and I had not had a real cock in over four years. Michael picked me up and carried me, wrapped around him, to my bedroom. ...e laid me down on the bed. I was like a feather in his strong arms as he gently laid me there. We kept kissing for a moment, then he raised up off me and slid his hands down and began removing my nylons, sliding them off my legs gently. He gently rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled me back onto my knees. Unfastening my skirt he tossed it. There must be more than Mr. Mooreland and Mr. Morrissey buying up foreclosures too. There’s not enough people around who can get a loan anymore. It has to be more, oh well, if they want me to know, they’ll tell me.He did tell me he was going to need a man with a good business head and a contractor. Did he mean me?I showered and put on my favorite Levis and a fresh tee-shirt. I had a nice pair of pointed toe, rough-out leather western boots and I slipped them on and grabbed my cap.I wiped my. Scarlett had always only been my friend, but there was no denying the stunning beauty she truly was, even her gothic fashion made her more appealing to me. I had thought in the past few weeks we had been getting closer, sexual tension between us had started to build. But this would change everything, I couldnt help feeling a little disappointed. Scar? I said again knocking lightly on the door. you can come in she called out to me. I hesitated, wondering what I would find on the other side of. ?Get up slave,? Dennis screamed and I scrambled to my feet to face him. I opened my mouth to protest, as I pulled my arm across to wipe the spit from my face. But he grabbed it and pulled it down. I stood there, dazed. I blinked my eyes and wriggled my nose to no avail. The ball of spit continued down my cheek and rested on my lip as he continued to shout. ?Walk across my flower beds with your whiteboy city clients. See me working on em but just walk across em anyways. Don’t ask my.