"What?" you shrug."This is probably going on in our town. At our schools. Parents need to know what their kids are doing."You haven't heard him talk l...ke this in a long time. He might be ready to actually pitch you a story idea."What are you getting at?" I need you to look into this John," he suggests. "I know you've been bored out of your mind doing shitty city council stories, so hopefully this will give you something to focus your talents on. And the great thing is, it won't cost anything.. "Yes, Sheila, screw me!" cried Jan as she felt her nest suddenly filled with a throbbing penis."Wow, this omelet is great! Maybe I can get you to come cook at my house," Jan laughed as she tasted Michael's creation.Jan and Sheila sat at the breakfast table wearing only thongs. Sheila had explained that Michael loved to start the day in the company of a woman clad only in panties, so she and Jan, after two quick climaxes, had donned their underpants and joined Michael downstairs."Anytime," he. And healthier for me.And so, here I was. The house was on the outskirts of town. The realtor had given me directions, but she was unable to get there straight away, possibly wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour; some family emergency, or other.The utilities had long been off, the bills had been unpaid; but no one had bothered checking up on the two women staying in the house.The mother, Helen, didn’t even own a car, she didn’t have her licence. Neither did she work. Cindy, her daughter,. “That wasn’t part of... ,” I tried to say. “Shut it bitch! I paid you for me to get off,” he grumbled back at me. Deep down I didn’t mind, but I didn’t want him to know that I loved anal. The cries of joy, I was muttering, would have given me away though. “Ooh, yeah! Ooh, ooh ooh,” I cried and moaned. I couldn’t help it. “Oh bitch, you were so tight and now you’re just right for the humping,” he talked down to me. I hated him for referring to me as a bitch, with his tone of voice but my cries.