"The Wicked Witch of the West!" yelled one woman. Dorothy could see a witch's legs sticking out from under the house. "She'll KILL you, once she gets ...ut of there!" The Shoes of Passion!" cried the little man, pointing to the bright, sparkling red shoes upon the witch's feet. "They're magical and should help you on your way. But beware--they cast a terrible spell upon any who wears them! No man can she resist she who wears those shoes!" Dorothy laughed, caring not for men at all. "It'll be. His estate is valued at well over three million dollars. Mr. and Mrs. Sellers, together, have an estate valued at well over four million dollars. Amanda, this means that you inherit well over seven million dollars. I know that's probably hard for you to comprehend, but you are a very wealthy young lady. Of course, it will be placed in trust until you are of legal age, but I can arrange a monthly allowance of, say, three thousand dollars a month. Mr. Richardson, do you think that would be. He immediately felt bad, after all they had shared more than just one night in places all over the wasteland and now all he could think of was the spoiled vault brat that had never seen the wasteland so far."I'm, I'm sorry." No, why would you? I'm happy for you. However I came over here to have sex and you won't weasel your way out." While she said that she had already walked over to him and he noticed her shirt was already open, exposing that set of breasts he had grown to love so much."What?. From the other room he heard his brother's friend yell to be fucked harder. Gladiator was sweating and he placed his sweaty cock right at the entrance to Scott's hole. The huge leather daddy was clearly loosing control. Scott had wound him up too hard and now he was going to make him his bitch."You're fucking asking for it you little faggot."With that Gladiator increase pressure and Scott screamed. He pushed harder and harder until finally the head of his dick entered the tight hole. He pulled.