“Let’s go, slut.”I’d pulled my hand back to slug him, but he doubled over before I could swing. Everyone spun around as Wendy pulled her foot ...ack from his crotch and danced into a fighting pose.“Get out of here, you filthy son of a bitch!” she yelled at him. “You don’t own anybody.” She took another swing at his left cheek.“You cunt!” he snarled. He punched at Wendy, but Lissa stepped in to separate them and took the blow straight to the solar plexus.It was my forehand first. Then backhand. I. The tip of Joe's cock appeared in her cleavage and then sank down, again and again. She was wanking him with her soft round breasts. Molly was watching, her hand entwined in his."How does this feel?" The Indian girl looked up at them both, smiling. Joe's face was a picture of pleasure, Molly's one of pain. "You see, Molly? It's not a big deal, is it? It's worth it to keep your man from straying." Molly shrugged helplessly.Joe looked at her and gave her a kiss. "Let me fuck her," he whispered. The gals say, "Those shorts are the home of the WHOPPER"She didn't need to be told twice. While one hand stroked my erection her other hand started to pull the zipper down. She was so close to it that it plopped out when it was finally released and banked off her forehead. It stood straight out in all its glory. Her eyes bulged out at the sight of it and she looked imploringly up at me with her steamy eyes and repeated, "Please forgive an old lady, Dennis but I've got to touch it. Please don't. In fact, he was taking the high road on this one, and if a man couldn’t have a women due in part to his natural ugliness or lack of a higher paying job, then paying her for the service was the next best thing. And so his thinking went.As the minutes slowly passed, he tried to find something to occupy the time. He watched television a little, but only found the programs he had been used to watching bland and vapid all of a sudden. Nothing compared to the real thing, he figured, and yes, he.