“Oh yeah. Oh fuck, that feels good.” Brenda moaned as she felt the thin young man brace himself as he deep fucked her. She could feel his swaying ...alls slapping her ass.“ Oh fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh your fucking black cock’s so hard. Oh fuck Derrick, give me your fucking dick.”Derrick’s boss, Trey - the head teller - stood naked stroking his enormous cock in his hand. They had been drinking and playing for over an hour. In that time Brenda, the tall good looking Bank Auditor from Barclays'. "The beauty of this task, Marris, is even you cannot screw it up." He produced a scroll with a wax seal and thrust it across the table.Marris hesitated, then took the scroll into his hand, holding it as if handling a soap bubble."Those are instructions to the carriage operator. His name is imprinted upon the seal. You need only to hand it to him, and he will know exactly what to do. You will also give him this." Mandas pulled out a cloth sack closed with a drawstring and tossed it before. But I might like to adopt. When the time is right.”“I’d like that.” He blurted it out, and when he saw the look in her eyes he backpedaled so hard he almost pulled something. “I mean, hypothetically. If it ever came up. And the time was right. And…Scarlett is a good name.”Anxiety sweat was pooling on the small of his back, but in the flickering light of the television he saw her thousand-watt smile. Lacing her fingers in his curly hair she pulled him down for a long, open-mouthed kiss. Their. " Can't stand the competition, huh?" I asked with a grin, and she reared up like a bobcat and snarled at me. I slapped her firm rump, and we got back to it.The girl's name was Kit, not Kitten or Kitty, I was told, just Kit, no matter what she claimed. She was about five feet high and all curves and bulges, busting out of her clothes and not too careful about keeping corset strings tied or bubbies covered. She had a pug nose and grey-green eyes. She smiled at me and grabbed my arm and held it.