"He just lookslike me when I was his age. I used to have my hair like that in theseventies." Tell you what Mrs. Morris," said Candice. "Why don't you ...et me do yourhair while Jordan gets his done. We can chat a bit and I think you'll feelbetter." What a wonderful friend Jordan has in you," said his mother, huggingCandice as she sat down.Jordan looked over curiously as she was now having her hair washed out inthe sink next to his. He couldn't hear much with all the running water, buthe saw. Wilson finally offered to split the difference. She accepted graciously. Jake had to smile. Inside, Leanne was crowing at having gotten him below his minimum price.They went to his sales desk to write up the order. Jake made out a check for the final price and gave it to Mr. Wilson before Leanne had a chance to pay herself.Jacob Fielding, I can buy my own stuff.I know you can. But you’ve got no income and you devote your time to my household. I won’t let you get yourself into a tight place down. Tina invited the wife out to dinner which wasn’t unusual. The two dinned at a high-end Italian restaurant the kind you take the woman of your dreams and ask her to marry you. I got the call late in the evening to pick them up. When I arrived it was clear that they had both consumed several bottles of fine wine over the course of their dinner. The wife rode shotgun and Tina sat right in behind her. I drove them the long way home down main street enjoying the sights and sounds of the late Friday. Suddenly I felt a hand slap one of my tits, and I came, hard. God, it felt so good. He grinned at his friends and announced that I had just cum. “Bitch likes it rough!” He told his friends. He began slamming into me harder. He warned his friends to get their cocks out and ready because he would be cumming soon. I heard zippers opening, and I had thick cocks in each hand, and two more waiting for attention. The two men whose cocks I wasn’t holding each took a tit in hand, worrying my nipples.