They are expecting you to fulfill your payment. Don’t forget, last night you technically did. But none of your friends know that because you never g...ve yourself up.” “But babe, I really want to be with you, and only you,” I replied. “And you are. But you need to fulfill your payment. The sooner you fulfill it, the sooner we can live our lives together.” Tracy’s logic made sense. I do need to pay up on my lost bet. The only way to do so is to meet my friends as Jessie, have them pick me up, and. He was actually reaching for the water faucet again when Evie sneezed.Marilyn quickly called out, God Bless you, and good morning ladies. This is Tucker, better known as Tucker the fucker." Good morning," they said in unison. "I'm Marcie," the redhead said softly, with no apparent concern over her nudity."I... I'm Evie," the slim brunette added picking at an imaginary thread on her teddy.Both were staring intently at Tucker's prick, marveling at its length and circumference, knowing full well. . well, the details were a little vague, but it gave her a thrill. She rubbed two fingers up and down her furry mount, and a delicious tingly feeling accompanied her fantasy. "This slave must be punished!" said her master, who spoke English, not Latin. A little shiver of fear, entirely contrived, added zest to her predicament, as she was whipped across her thighs and belly, the Roman slave whip feeling too much like a hairbrush.When her Roman master's attentions failed to excite her further,. "By your own decree, if we contact you in battle, we have you for the night!" Tomas roared. "I intend to make you keep that decree."Tomas bent over to grab Isabella's legs and never saw the combat boot coming from the side. As his head lowered and the boot came up it caught him squarely on the nose snapping his head up with such force that his legs left the mat and he flipped ass over head to come smashing to the mat on his stomach, his nose a flattened mass of blood and broken cartilage. He.