Sitting on the bed was her daughter Isabelle, looking absent mindedly out the window. Maria shook her head as she looked her daughter over. What a com...lete tramp she looked. Her top barely covering her budding breasts, her flat smooth midriff completely bared, and that mini skirt leaving nothing to the imagination as nearly all her firm legs were exposed. Was that a black thong that peeked out under that skirt?Maria shivered at the skimpy clothing her own flesh and blood dared to put on."There. What would you like I myself to bring you home, huh? What, treasured one?I counter:Come dish up your penis for my exceptional dinner. It is all I really and solely want. Is that plain and elaborate enough to you?He answers back.All heard and comprehensible. I will be on my way back there any minute soon from now. Take care please...I smile to myself cordially and brusquely. Stian will be here any minute now to serve me up exactly what I ordered him to and I must hand him out what he demanded me. Bruce didn’t like Kent holding in his moans so he got up biting his lip at the displeased whimper that left the older man under him as he opened the nightstand, finding a shit ton of pens, two books none of which were notebooks, and another bottle in the first drawer, weird collection but he’s seen worse, he opened the second drawer to see something similar finding what he was looking for.Bruce shoved his face back in Kent’s ass feeling the man shake as he resumed eating him out, Kent bit down. Marissa squirmed a little and let out a soft moan.Gene could hear her moans and frowned. This was not only pissing him off but hurting him as well. Marissa knew damn well that he was in the room and here she was messing around with this nasty bastard."Oh Dylan no please. I really must get to bed," Marissa said weakly."You got me so hot right now. So fuckin' hot!" Dylan said in a husky voice.He was on top of Marissa holding her arms down and sucking on her tits. Marissa tried to struggle beneath.