Ulysses was waiting for them. The two women made out for a moment before kissing their way down Ulysses’ body, going to their knees to service his ...ock together one last time.Chapter 5Wayne was wasting away. He was in a warehouse, tied up against a back wall, beaten, bloody, and starving. He was provided enough water to keep him alive.“Do you know how many millions you cost me? All those clubs I had to close in Florida?” Fat Rob stood in front of him. Wayne didn’t reply.“No one will come. This is always for you and sleep nude …..I am try to get your Cock in my Ass this time…. I will not shout…I like your Cock…Please…Fuck me Danny….insert your loooong Cock in my Ass…my Ass is waiting your Cock….just do it please….insert full…and fuck me hard”I was very happy…. my Cock gets hard again…then I applied some cream around his Ass and on my Cock,…and rubbing my Cock around his Ass hole……then I open his legs apart and try my Cock…again..this time my Cock head gets easily in …he was in. ..exposed.She stood by the side of the bed continuing to look down at him and she unfastened the skirt which fell heavily around her feet. The pointed lower edge of her bodice was now directly and obviously signposting her mons and clit and cunt and he saw her cunt lips as she clambered up onto the bed and straddled him.She was kneeling in front of his cock and she was careful not to touch it with any part of her.If he arched towards her, she straightened more and moved away.He wanted to fuck. If so, that would explain everything. It would explain nothing, but it would also explain everything.Tessa had also brought her a gift. It was an ash tray. The Yia-Yia didn’t smoke, so it was obviously for Tessa’s use when she came to visit, implying that she planned to do so more often. That sentiment was worth it. The ash tray had a picture of that Eiffel Tower-type thing that the Americans have. She’d seen it on television and tourists’ shirts, and thought it was called a Seattle. Tessa had.