And there she goes, with her pimped up Latino plaything.Fuck that.Jumping over the limp body of the hero bank guard, still leaking blood and puke all ...ver the sidewalk, Bill dialed his cell phone.Answer goddamit!"Hullo? What up?" Damn kid, always sleeping."Tony... wake up! It's Bill... fuckin' Maggie and Emilio ran with the score, you need to find out where they are. You hear me you lazy piece of shit? Now!"When he needed results, Bill got them.The two were easy to find, as it turned out.What. ”“We’re honored,” she simpered, but in fact she felt pleased at his pleasure in the three of them despite the optics of the situation, and it caused her no grief that the rest of the night he took each of them as he wished, making sure he experienced the mouth and the cunt of each at least once, lasting long each time and coming copiously, and they fell asleep after six hours.The other two left exhausted and happy at dawn and she waited with coffee for him to wake, which he did at seven. “Are. ‘Good night father.’ Richard replied ‘I’m sure I shall.’ Richard lay waiting in anticipation. Half an hour or so had passed, an extremely long half an hour at that. His cock was hard, painfully erect. He had been in a semi-aroused state for much of the day. The waiting was impossible to bear. Was she coming? Had he dreamt last evening? At last a knock on his door. Sarah did not wait for his beckoning, she entered his bedroom coyly ‘Good evening Master Richard.’ She started much as the previous. . or should I say, your former identity."She clapped her hands and Trixie and Dixie again appeared. This time they were each carrying some form of hair clippers. Trixie began buzzing Jane's head while Dixie worked on the bronze thatch between Jane's legs. After a few moments, they gathered up the hair from the floor and once again scampered off stage.They returned a few moments later each carrying a green can of shaving cream. They sprayed generous amounts of foam into their hands and began.