Keep the rest of your crap. While you’re at it, I wonder what you fucking mother would think of you now?”From the next room, I think I heard a sob... I didn’t care. I reloaded for my next shot.“If the doorbell rings answer it. It will be for you!”Yep, there was that sound again, definitely a sob. Tears at last, though I’m sure not shed for our marriage…The doorbell rang as if on cue. Sandra opened it to see her father. His eyes burned with righteous fire. I felt the slap from the other side of. I cautiously walked down the hall and found myself standing at his door - a place I shouldn’t even be 5 feet from or he'd kill me. I’d never actually tested that theory out because sometimes he seems like he would actually kill me. I then took my detective work a step further and knocked on the door. . . I waited. All I could hear was shuffling and . . . a moan? What? I don’t know what made me do it but I opened the doorAnd there I saw my brother, butt naked on his bed with a guy! This was the. He growled and groaned while his dick pumped out cum, until he was done, and then he lay still, balls deep in Maria, dick wet and spent but oh so happy. Michael turned his head to the side on Marias chest and idly sucked on a tit while he watched as a few of his friends emerged from various hiding places behind the boulders and line up. One by one they pulled out their dicks and started stroking them and Michael knew it was time for Maria to find out what shed be doing for the rest of the. "Is that a good sales tactic?" I asked."Yes, it is one we teach new salespeople. Get them talking about themselves, learn all you can, then use it in your presentation," he suggested. "Three hundred million." That's a lot where you come from, I assume," I suggested."Not really we sold a few parcels out near the airport in Metropolis. Those can go well upward of a million just for the land," he said."So do you live in Metropolis, or just sell real estate there?" I asked."I live in a suburb," he.