I love ‘em, but they are such babies sometimes.“All RIGHT, you two, she called out. “Settle down and let’s hear the problem.”“ASShole here... says that July 17 th is John Coltrane’s birthday, and I say he’s full of SHIT!” called out Terry.“Watch your mouth,” Isolde called back, as she descended the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she said in a seriously quiet tone, “This is a public beach, and I could hear you two from inside the house. I don’t think we want to be calling attention to. It seemed like an eternity, when I heard him chant, "SOLD to number 17, for $12,750."I almost fainted dead away hearing the final bid. Suddenly the two golden girl subs were at my side, grasping my hands, leading me to the Boss's side. The girls told me to kneel at his side, and to keep my eyes on the ground as I did.I felt his hand on my breasts; I saw they were well manicured and soft, as he fondled each breast, cupping them as if weighing them in his hand, then releasing them. He reached. I dived across the bed, reached into the night stand drawer, fumbled my way through the toys, and found my bottle of lube. I reached back to John with the bottle in hand and said, "Fuck my ass, baby." He squirted some lube on my butthole, and started to rub it in with a finger; first he slipped one finger in, then more lube and another finger. He was finger fucking my ass while trying to put lube on his cock. Quickly his fingers were gone and replaced with something much larger; he gently. It sickened Atlanta just thinking about it.When Valerie opened her eyes she looked into a warm flame. The pain in her head was blinding. Jackson, whose knee was her pillow, breathed a sign of relief. He gently rubbed her arms. Over the fire was a large skinned and gutted hare cooking on a makeshift spit. Valerie tried to sit up but the agony made her collapse down again."I didn't mean what I did to you," Jackson apologized."What did you do to me?" I accidently hit your head with my elbow and.