Shasa Binder turned out to be the sweetest little old lady Marlin had ever met and after a couple of days would have paid for the privilege of seeing ...he miracle of her actually being "testy." Now you just let me know if you need anything, Master Cranson," she would say at least twice a day. Marlin had already given up on having her call him by his given name. "And if you would like to have one of your lady friends over for dinner we'd be just tickled pink. You just let me know."That was one. She shuddered in delight. I was spent after being put through the paces by Craig, but I was still horny.“Amos, that was just as fucking sexy as I thought it would be,” she started. “Actually, it was sexier. You really know how to take cock. I really wish I’d taken pictures or, better yet, video of you getting plowed.”My cock began to grow yet again hearing her talk. I moaned into her honey pot. She continued.“Watching you get railed… He didn’t hold back and you looked like you wanted. We continue with our breakfast and the restaurant slowly clears out to where there are only a couple of people left and they are not near our table. I get up to get another glass of juice. When I come back, I place my juice on the table and pick up the glass of ice water sitting in front of you. I splash some out of the glass onto your nipples. You gasp at the cold; the white material of your blouse becomes transparent and your nipples harden even more. I let the water soak into your blouse. " Oh no, Chris, I'm just Michael today," he said, pointing to a badge on his chest that said "Michael". "We're just a bunch of mates helping out a wonderful girl because it's the right thing to do, defending the Australian way."Chris's jaw dropped. And then he realised. Mr Cartwright ... he'd listened to those recordings of Mr Hanson — Michael — off Sue's iPod and then he'd done something about them. Chris had first of all assumed that he hadn't bothered; however, his comment about Sue's.