I started shivering from the wind that started blowing. I was about to climb down the ladder when I saw my brother climbing up. Hey, he said, what are...you doing up here? Nothing, I told him. I just wanted to look around in here. I was getting bored in the house. Yeah, theres nothing to do, he said as he took a seat against one of the walls. I started walking around to inspect the tree house more when I heard laughing. My brother and I looked out one of the little windows and saw a girl and a. .. all my customers!" Why do you do this?" asked Vickie disgustedly."It's merely business. Since the word has spread about what price the losers of my bouts pay, the matches have been sold out." All right then, we have a deal," stated Vickie, rising, hoping against hope she could simply walk out."Not so fast my pretty one," smiled Mikel.Vickie turned to him. She had worn a business suit, hoping it would give a sense of business instead of sexuality, but Mikel had paid no attention to her. Sometimes, girls get carried away by all of the expense involved, and the uniqueness of the experience, and go farther than they might have on just a regular date." You think this is like that? It would be unique, and it is expensive, I bet, but there is a lot more at stake with a prom, and all of your friends are there too. I don't think it's like a prom date. At the prom, all of your friends know what you're doing, or going to do. This is more private, a lot more private. It will be better. She didn't plan on closing them either, because Pat's fingers had invaded, were slipping gently down the fold of skin where her leg joined her torso, just brushing the labial lips as they passed then skirting the puckers of her anus, making her feel wonderful. "Have you ever had a man in your ass?" Pat asked casually, her fingers circling, then sliding directly across the puckered orfice of Betsy's anus."No." Betsy's quivered. "But that feels lovely." The finger tapped the center of the anus.