For a few minutes, Velma sat, blinking her eyes, gulping a fresh drink and wondering what the hell was going on.The woman said Velma's husband and dau...hter were having an orgy with her. Now what kind of weird bullshit was that? It just didn't sound possible, not with Buzz Watkins, who believed that all freako-perverts who had orgies should be lined up against a brick wall and shot down with sub-machine guns.Velma herself had just come from a swinging three-way, and in fact she was a trifle. Isabella smiled ever so slightly when she noticed Paula’s eyes widen seeing his full cock as he lay on the couch without Isabella on top for once today.Paula almost forgot she had a tray in her hands as she was transfixed by the sight of Ethan’s large cock, dripping with her employer’s juices and throbbing ever so slightly from all the stimulation it had been given today. She barely felt as Isabella took the tray from her hands then was startled when she spoke.“If you think it looks so good. I am afraid you don't understand your position. We are not dickering. We spent a goodly amount of money, time, and effort to set things up a particular way, and you came in here and totally undermined our position. I will make you an offer, it then falls to you to take it, or get out of town," Smith said menacingly.I sighed. "Well, if it is reasonable I might consider it. However, bullying or intimidation tactics do not impress me. Make your offer and get out," I finished, snapping at him.He. Murphy's heart was racing and his brain burned; the anxious, uncertain edge of fear that had nagged at him was gone, exorcised by sex, but something about it lingered, like a hangover. He felt like hiding, though from what and for what reason he did not know. He was convinced now that the whole day, even this, must be a dream, or a delusion, but he accepted the subjective reality of it, presuming he had no choice. He watched the fire die. Shelley muttered something as she looked into the.