Think Mike could handle the door for a bit so you could watch the VIP room for me and those babes you sent my way?" she asked, knowing what my answer ...ould be. Mike already owed me one."Mike!" I hollered. "Take over the door for me for a little bit." Mike nodded and I followed Ginger's perfect ass to the back.When she entered the room, I followed just behind her and closed the door. As Ginger started her dance, I knew that I'd made the right call by wearing cargo pants to work tonight as. Morse noticed that not a single piece of furniture belonging to the landlady, nor any electronic devices were touched. No appliance was damaged, nor was any property missing that was accounted for on the pre-rental inventory. Every bit of damage was directly done to injure young Mr. Morse and avoid damaging anything belonging to the landlady."In the interest of time, Your Honor, there are two detectives from the Sheriff's Office investigated, and they will detail for you that fingerprints taken. One in particular, Samantha.Samantha was a beautiful redhead and was in her mid 30’s. We got on well, I got liquored up and Samantha offered me a ride home. Bj said be careful but I thought, “what could happen”?. Sam took me to her house. We talked, drank some more and Samantha kissed me. A deep “ we are getting ready to get busy” kiss. I felt her cock press against my thigh. I back away and said I don’t do that and she said I did not have to do anything. In the back of my mind I wanted to see. “Good ‘nuf,” Fred said, with a smile. Bryan was one of his favorites. He laid back on his sofa and started playing with his cock.No, Fred isn’t in a hotel. He lives in a place called The Lumberjack. It’s an assisted-living apartment complex. Fred lived in a small, one-bedroom apartment on the 4th floor. Even at 60 years old, he wasn’t incapacitated by any means, but he’d been on The Lumberjack’s waiting list for over three years, anyway.It’s a huge complex. The apartments come furnished (with.