He watched as everybody dropped everything and looked at him with serious faces. He understood he rarely shouted at them and when he did it was seriou... business. Whitman put her through the intercom now! he commanded. Right away sir, Whitman said in a grave tone. He stood up and braced himself on the edge of the rounded table and waited for her to come through. He looked around and saw look of his mens faces as they waited to. They knew it was Bailey and they were just as concerned about her. It was huge. I examined it and when hishand pushed my head closer, I found myself naturally kissing andlicking it.He taught me how to suck cock that night and sucked me as well.We hiked another day and once again stripped naked to make our campthe next night. He had me bend over and began to finger my butttelling me about how men who didn't have women around found pleasurein each other. Uncle Jon said the old sailors, cowboys, mountain men, prisoners,military and other groups of men did it..but. “My God you are fantastic” he said excitedly. He stood up and fondled my boobs as he kissed me. “I want to fuck you darling” he mumbled. “I would get really horny if you add some more money Mr Olsen” I said. “Oh shit call me Andrew” he said and pushed his tongue halfway down my throat. Then he dropped 2 more $100 notes on the table, pushed down on the couch and fucked me. The poor fool lasted about 5 minutes before he came grunting. It was the worse sex ever but with notes on the table I told. She completely understands when I say force my way down her throat that it may get messy and heated. She's a true trooper and most definitely a confirmed house slut. Such a house slut that she owns cum slut panties. A few hours came and passed and I could tell she was getting restless and irritated. She probably was thinking I had forgotten my statement from earlier. I came in from the garage and made the comment I needed to wash off and shave cause we had plans to watch the Superbowl this.