"Just get out of there," Sharon said. "Quit now if you have to. We haveenough to live on. And I can always go back to work if need be." No, my darling... no. I won't give them the satisfaction of leaving in afit of pique, and I won't endanger my chances of finding something else.As for you, you go back to work if and when you want to, but I think yourwriting career is just starting to take off."Sharon pulled Jocelyn to the table and they had dinner, after whichJocelyn when up for a long bath. . . the three boys were now sporting. Jamie had put on some music and the six teenagers had paired up on the couches in the living room. “Girls . . . when we confirmed you all would be attending tonight’s sleep over, I took the liberty of buying you matching outfits for tonight’s party. Follow me down the hall so we can get dressed for our male guests.” The girls looked at each other and giggled, and then followed Shelley down the hall into her master bedroom. “How is everyone feeling?” she. " She quipped as she turned to ward off a blow from another Dane.Gabrain strode forward to cover her back and the two of them engaged yet more Vikings. The numbers were clearly dwindling however and it seemed as if the joint efforts of the two Scots crews had swung the exchange in their favour and the Danes were pressed back towards the ship's rails. The end wasn't long in coming and soon Vikings could be seen leaping over the side of the ship to escape.Gabrain and Tara found themselves without. I did not see who was taking my last pieces of clothing off because they stood behind me. But the hands felt like boys.It wasn't long until the boy had my panties down at my ankles and I was stepping out of them. The boy put his finger in my cunt and sawed it in and out as he said, "I'll be fucking this for lunch. Hope it's worth what I paid for you whore."That was embarrassing. I don't have any idea how much anyone pays to take my panties and now bra off me; and I have no clue how much they.