True, it had been a couple of years, and Faith's hair was chopped short and copper streaked, but it wasn't like she'd had plastic surgery. The k*d was...very, very stoned.The k*d also kept dancing, that little skirt swishing and her breasts bobbing, nipples poking through the fine mesh of her shirt. She looked like exactly the kind of girl Faith took home when she was in a certain kind of mood, though that mood usually involved some pent-up aggression and a lot of beer.Faith was starting to get. “I’m not happy with it. There’s no cash. Zander’s trying to pawn off property to you ‘as is.’ I strongly advise that you not do that. We have no idea what loans or other liens he has against them. For all we know, you could be upside down in them and owe money,” he complained.“Hang on,” I said, holding up a finger.My mom owned a real estate company. She would know what to do to make sure I didn’t pick up a problem property.“Didn’t I just talk to you?” Mom asked when she answered.“Mr. Voorhees. She could feel the heat of her skin from the slap. In truth, it wasn’t that hard a slap, but she had never been slapped before. It paralyzed her in fear for a moment and she fought back tears. She meekly eked out, “I’m sorry sir,” and jumped up to correct her mistake.With the underwear neatly folded, she returned to her kneeling position in front of his very erect cock. After staring at it for a few seconds, she looked up for direction. “It isn’t going to suck itself, now is it?” he said. Her moans were loud and getting louder. I inserted one finger into her as I continued my vigorous licking. She groaned when my finger became two and continued the plodding of her pussy. Her thighs bucked wildly trapping my head in between her soft centre. Strong fingers pulled my hair using my tongue as a toothbrush to clean her pussy. She suddenly let out a long wail as I pressed harder on her sex with my tongue. She had orgasmed. Her juices were flowing faster than I could drink. I pulled out.