” I pulled apart the snap on the faded Levis that hung on my hips and lowered the zipper. “Brett, don’t.” Her eyes fell to my abdomen and the ...hicket of dark hair inside my open fly. “Oh. Sorry, Margie. ” I felt my nipples harden and pulse leap as I pushed the jeans past my buttocks and pulled them off. My stiff cock swayed in front of me, warm and tingling under her gaze. “No underwear.” “Wait.” Electric blue irises speared my eyes. Her full eyebrows knitted together and her face turned. “Some of you guys spend time on the streets. If you see anything suspicious say something. If not to the cops, then call me. I’ll get it handled without mentioning you.”After I made the mention I forgot all about it. On that morning after breakfast. I checked my phone messages. There was one from a man who did not leave a name.“You should have the cops check out a guy who drives a tricked out black pick up truck. He was cruising around main street last night. He said he wanted to pay us to do. She wrote SLUT in big letters on her chest and took the selfie. She had never felt so humiliated in her life and she started sobbing the moment she heard the sound effect. She couldn't bring herself to send the picture until she received yet another message. "Now, or else."She closed her eyes and pressed send, feeling so worthless and cheap. Matthew, on the other hand, was elated. Closing the curtains had done nothing for her as he watched it all. Her undressing, writing on herself, taking the. She threw her arms around his neck and held tight as Moe eased pussy and penis together. Her cunt was warm and wet and cozy, and her cunny-lips kissed the base of his shaft when he was in as deep as he could get. He wrapped his arms around her and they embraced. Intimately. Mona used all her muscles to squeeze, and Moe’s legs began to shake. He managed to slump to the floor, sitting flat-assed on the rug, bringing her with him without breaking the connection. “Is this right, Moe?” She rocked.