My arrangement with him was much like Julie's—thirty five thousand dollars a year with room and board, full medical and two weeks off a year, payday...the first of every month, all auto expenses covered including gas and a 1099 at the end of the year.I'd taken shipment of the things left in storage with the law firm. They'd been sitting in the office waiting for me. There were three big steamer chests and one long box that for the life of me looked like a short coffin, but it was square instead. She reached for his cock between her legs as she stood up bent over. She tugged at his balls and said shouted out, “Fuck me, please put it in me.” Brad sprouted back up and fitted his cock in her pussy from behind and grabbed onto her hips with both of his hands. He slammed him dick in and out of her uncontrollably. She stood up from time to time to feel his young cock as deep in her as it could go. She put her hands on his arms to bring them to her titties as he fucked her. There Brad was, in. The second bag I opened held an assortment of nightwear, there wereseveral sets with matching robes.The first was a pale blue nylon nightgown and peignoir set. Both we madeof double layers of an opaque-ish nylon, with sheer overlay. Bothgarments were full bodied, with fitted satin yokes at shoulder. Thefloral embroidered satin was extra glossy Wide satin bands border thehems & puffy cuffs of peignoir. I wondered who long it would take to getChris to wear it. I knew that he would, but when. What he also had was a reputation with the ladies. Tales of his exploits and the size of his equipment were legendary. One story had him deflowering four of his sisters’ friends during a sleepover. Another that after one tawdry afternoon in bed a neighbor’s wife had left her husband in hopes of landing him. Supposedly, he single-handedly kept a local abortion clinic in business.Mark laughed at all the stories, but didn’t do anything to dispel them. In fact, his penis was barely above.