"That fucker's been muscling in all over the manor. Why'd he come here?" One of our patients was someone he was after," said Roland."Yeah. That figure...," said Harry. "Oban never forgives a slight. What'd he say, then?" He told me that we'd have to pay rent to him rather than to you." He did, the cunt. And what d'you expect me to do about it?" I rather thought that the money we paid you would give us some protection from thugs like Rushmore."Harry considered this momentarily as he shoved the wad. He cupped my boobs and pulled me back against him I could feel his hard cock against my ass. He was kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear telling me how badly he wanted to fuck me. I guess the combination of the booze and the attention I lost all of my inhibitions. I turned around and put my arms around Greg's neck and kissed him. Our tongues darting in each others mouth. He started to take my blouse off. I said we better get out of the hallway before we get caught. We went into the bedroom. "So who's going to win the WNBA title this year?" he'd ask Beth."I don't follow the WNBA," Beth would say."The hem-sewing competition?" Please," Beth would say."The ironing open?" Just stop." Did you see the dress that Serena is wearing? It would look good onyou." Colin ... please."Beth went to the shower. When she came back, the covers to the bed inher spare bedroom were pulled back. A blue nightgown and blue pantieswere on the bed.Beth smiled. She threw them onto a chair, though. She slid. He smiled, then locked his lips to mine and swirled his bottom a new way. He could tell I was close, and he was anxious to get me off. I was looking for a way out. Sandy was already too proud of his shapely posterior; if he made me cum using nothing else, through clothing no less, his ego would get almost as big as mine. I had to stop him. He’d been kissing me, but now I kissed back, trailing one hand down his chest. He’d been hard ever since reading my story. I’d barely brushed against it,.