He, grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips. Gave the back of my hand a soft kiss. I swear under any other circumstances I would have thought th...t was cheesy as hell, but there was something in his eyes. Some old school kind of charm. He said....Convince them. And then he left.”“That was it?” I asked“Well, that was it at the reunion, until I ran into him at the bar.”“Ok, he sees you coming toward him trying to get drinks?”“Right, and I asked him how long he had been standing there...and. The more he talked, the more I listened to the conversation. He was being taken to the cleaners if he was right in his statements.He looked over at me. "What the fuck are you doing listening in on our conversation? You just might find yourself dead," he yelled at me."Mr. Big, before I was locked up, I was an accountant and I do believe that by what I accidently overheard, you are being scammed. Whoever is doing your taxes is skimming off the top." God, I was scared. This man could snap his. Under their leader's instructions they soon had me spread out on myback between two of the handles, they pulled my panties to one sideexposing my puckered ass, my sheer stockinged legs where spread wideand my high heeled feet where high in the air. The white boy who'd justfucked my face knelt behind holding my head up and cushioning itsomewhat from the bars. Some of them had stripped off by now and it was obvious that even if they weren't, going to leave me alone until theyhad all had their way. ..and arrive a tad late. Her mum was here to make sure her offspring got there and didn’t go shopping etc.“I was going to drive myself...I was just going” said an indignant Fallon as her mum insisted on taking her. Fuck where was the trust; thought Fallon.The drive to the studio was uncomfortable in the car. Not because of the tension between the two women over trust...but Fallon hadn’t had time to change her pink panties full of Jarryn’s cum and now made even more clammy wet by the two.