I’ve got a razor you can borrow if you need one, shampoo, soap, some hair styling products, a towel. Sam, this is just common everyday hospitality. ... would happily extend it to any guest in my home. You are already more than that.”I gestured to my watch and said, “We can make this happen in no time, with no real cost just like I described, or we could go to a barber and then go shopping if you prefer. I can put some money into the bankroll that you can use to get ready. It is simply a business. Apparently, the original group had been women in pre-packs whose sponsors had been executed, and the thought process had been, 'If they wanna be slave sluts, anyway, let's show 'em how it is!' but over time, they stopped JUST collecting women from pre-packs and started taking whoever they could get easily that struck their fancy. The Marines found women of every race, size and color, being used in ways that defied description -- one chick was apparently a living coffee table...Of course, Cheryl. Mom called for dinner, so I cut the conversation short and headed down to the kitchen. As we were eating, I turned and looked at Mom.“You and I need to have another conversation.”“About what?”“The way you are treating me.”“OH. Can it wait until your brother and sister are asleep?”“Yeah.”I went upstairs and turned the TV on and watched one of my guilty pleasures, WWF wrestling. Now I’m not one of those “Wrastling ain’t fake” people, it’s literally an action male soap opera. It was a boring. I started kissing his neck as his hands moved down and cupped my butt cheeks.I knew Sean was going to ask me to fuck Patrick and most likely have a threesome with them. Up until that point in my life, I had had four threesomes. I am not counting the two Marines in Saudi Arabia because they just watched me fuck each of them. The first two were both when I was I was sixteen. The first was with another girl and a boy and the second was with the same girl but a different boy. The third and.