" he said.She looked at him strangely, because of the change in his attitude. From gloomy to neat, all at once. "Looks like both of us have a new atti...ude." "Like it?" "Lots better" she whispered. He asked softly "Hey, Matty. Lets go have a bite to eat. I'll meet you outside."He was waiting for her at the curb, leaning against a neat little sportscar. He had on chinos, a short sleeved shirt, and his hair was still wet, but combed carefully. She had short shorts and a tee shirt on. Her brown. Then he helped the man up off the toilet and into the tub. "Let me go get some rags to wash you off with," Tom said. He went to the laundry room once more and grabbed some clean rags from a hamper. When he got back in, the water was a light brown color, the caked on dirt was already beginning to come off. Tom grabbed one of the rags and went to work on the man's face. Lightly scrubbing, he continued and worked his way to the man's neck and shoulders, he was about to continue to the man's. I lowered them and threw them right at Shyla. "You can watch, but you can't join in, tart," I made clear before I rose up with Jenna.Shyla immediately ran over to the door, but I leaned over to her desk and pressed the button. "You aren't going anywhere," I told her before I pushed Jenna on her desk."Whoa, that was fun, now you better fuck me with that hard cock," Jenna laughed.I grabbed my rod and positioned the head right onto her pussy lips."Let me the fuck out!" Shut the fuck up, Shyla! My. Soon he was taking her from one crest to another still higher one. Finally her loins were moving with a life of their own as he maintained her in a virtually continuous orgasm. Love juices were pouring from her cunt in a river in spite of his massive weapon inside it that served as a cork.Finally, she lost all control and fainted. When she came to again she was on her back in Pete's arms. He whispered, "Kiss me, Slave." She rolled over on top of him and gently lowered her mouth to his. She.