" But I didn't," Mickey said defiantly. "I went to a hotel with both of them." Oh, Mickey,"She jumped to her feet, her eye blazing with anger at me."L...ok, Dave, I was in debt, and I was worried, scared even, I thought I loved him, but I'd just found out that he was a fucking animal. I thought if I did it, he'd wipe out both our debts, I was wrong, but I did it for Angie, so don't fucking moralise with me please."The tears came suddenly, and she stood there, hands covering her face, sobbing with. " The house was huge compared to Sam's. Amy got out once more and opened one door of the four car garage. She drove the Charger in and when they got out of it she handed the keys to Sam once more.Sam was speechless and just looked at the three other cars that shared the garage. One was a vintage Ford mustang convertible that looked to be in showroom condition, a Porsche 911 that looked brand new sat next to it. A fancy sky blue and white conversion van finished the line of shiny vehicles. Amy. Taking a shot in the dark I said so Ann and Karen took good care of him. Yeah, oh shit you tricked me. How did you know it was them. Lucky guess I said. Yeah right maybe you were biased because they have both hit on you. How do you know that? We talk and they had my permission to try. What if they had done more than try I asked, a bit shocked. Then I would have owed them money and this night would have come sooner. Then she grabbed me by the hand drug me to the guest bedroom and moaned loudly. He set the camera on the coffee table. He walked to the girls at the bar. He stood trembling, his prick oozing pre-cum."I wanna play with your pussies," he whispered."Well, you didn't say nothing 'bout that, sir," Nancy teased."Yeah, you said just pictures," Chris huffed."But -- but, girls. I'll give you more money," he said, going to his wallet, taking out some more hundreds and placing them on the bar by the girls."I suppose you can then, Mr. Milton," Nancy said. "Okay, Chris? Wanna let him.