..masturbate...”“What?” Haley responded, raising an eye-brow as she looked strangely at Pierce, “What do you mean by that? DO you even masturb...te, Pierce? It’s such a weird thing to-”“Haley!” Pierce yelled back, blushing as his ‘habit’ was pulled into question again.“I’m just asking! I know your a guy, and so you must have masturbated, but still, thinking of you masturbating is-”“What are you saying?” Pierce asked, feeling suddenly looked down upon.“You know, Pierce? You seem so-so-innocent! I. ”“Drag me there. Pull me by my hair and make me follow you there with no control whatsoever.”“Fuck, you’re a complete whore. I should’ve rented a getaway weekend just for us. I could fuck you all day.”“Mhhhmmm, that sounds hot. We can’t wear any clothes in the house. Anytime you want, you just pick me up and fuck me. I want to be able to suck your cock dry when I want too! First, you gotta prove to me that you’re worth fucking for that long.”“Why not we hurry up to the couch so you can get some. I continued looking down at her and felt a couple of quick, horny pulses in my genitals, since she looked positively edible. ‘Oh. Well, we shouldn’t be too long,’ I grunted, a bit distracted by this girl’s discomfiting effect on me. I entered the conference room down the hall, closing its door, and saw Lucretia standing and poring over house plans on my drawing board with her back to me. ‘Sorry I’m late, Lucretia. Did you get coffee?’ ‘No thanks, Hal. Just wanta check your preliminary designs. Other cabins were closed but one could open the door and if a voyeur watch the sucking, stroking and fucking. No inhibition at all. One door was locked but one could hear the moans and grunts leaving nothing to the imagination. So much activity. It was time to sample a few. I parked myself in an open booth watching a video starring what looked like two Corsicans going at one another. Stroking my cock through my jeans it didn't take long to get fully erect. Eventually someone walked over,.